My grandma loved cookbooks. I mean, really loved them, more than anyone I know. She had hundreds, all lining the bookshelves in her home. There were stacks of Gourmet Magazine, and pages of torn-out recipes among the books.
Today, I too, love cookbooks. My own collection is amassing and threatening to take over my bookshelf. It seems my grandma’s love of the things is hereditary, although I would have never guessed it as a kid.
One of our favorite family dinners comes from a cookbook my grandma gave my mom before her passing, The Jewish Holiday Cookbook. My grandma never actually made this dish, but my mom would make it for her on occasion, and it was one of her favorites as well.