There are not a lot of things that I consider to be heirlooms. I am not really a sentimental object type of person and I don’t feel obligated to keep stuff just because someone else once owned it. Kale has a small tattered cardboard Christmas box someone gave him that he fills with “treasures” – found objects, pretty rocks, a ticket from the hockey game we just went to… He is truly in love with his treasure box and we regularly have to pull the treasures out and look at them one by one. It got me thinking about my own few treasures.
This is the first in a series of posts showing them off. Some of their value is a little hard for others to see, and you might think to yourself that what I am showing off is better off in the trash. That’s okay, sometimes I laugh at myself at the stuff I do latch on to.
One of my treasures from my Nana (my mom’s mom, who is now deceased) is a tattered recipe book called “Wellington, British Columbia: Personal Recipes by the Evening Circle Women’s Association of United Church”. I don’t know how old this book is, but it contains some of the most simple and wonderful recipes. It uses some words I have never heard before in relation to food – like “scant“.