Kevin and I have a bit of a tradition on Saturday mornings. Â He and the cats sleep in a little and I make coffee and peruse Craigslist for any estate sales that are happening nearby. Â We are never first in line–I don’t like the antique dealers, who get there an hour early and make numbered lists as to who gets in first. Â I’m more interested in looking at the mise en scÃ¨ne of a house and seeing how people lived their everyday lives than being the first in line and jostling about. Â I have a certain reverence when I go to estate sales because the fact that it’s a person’s life that’s on display is never far from my mind. Â One can find out so many things about people by searching through the flotsam and jetsam — I can only imagine what people will say about my own treasures.
This Saturday, we decided to visit a neighborhood in Northern Seattle. Â The house was unassuming and had a bird bath and feeder in the front (as a fellow bird-lover, I took that as a good sign). Â We walked up the back steps into the kitchen and listened to the daughter, who was running the sale, talk about her late mother to a person buying a few knick-knacks. Â Kevin soon came up to me with an old, spiral-bound notebook, going for $1, that was filled with recipes.
I couldn’t believe it was for sale, but I knew immediately that it would be well-loved in my home. Â It’s previous owner had made tabs for each type of recipe, and after giving it a once-over, it was obvious that she loved making desserts! Â Kevin and I had already talked about posting something lemony this week since we had a few lemons who kept looking at us longingly from the fruit basket. Â Luckily, our newly-found recipe book had a few recipes for lemon desserts, and since we were having friends over for some home-made pizzas, we decided to try the recipe for Lemon-Sponge Custard.
For ourÂ inaugural post, I’m choosing a recipe from my husband’s grandmother, who hails from Minnesota. Â I found this one amongst a stack of 3×5 cards with recipes for various cookies, desserts, and breads that his mother saved from the trash when they were cleaning out his grandmother’s house a few years back. Â Kevin’s grandmother is a practical woman who grew up in South Dakota and spent most of her adult life in Minnesota. Â Judging by the title, the recipe was given to her by a Mrs. Boland.