So, my mum was a really good cook. I mean reallygood. I can’t remember her ever making anything bad, except for when she was trying out recipes and they just weren’t that nice. No reflection on her cooking skills at all.
After she passed away, for some reason, the one memento I really wanted was “The Blue Cookbook”. It’s really just a folder full of recipes that Mum collected, from 1979 (just before she got married!) until a few years ago. Every single recipe in there was attempted at least once, and the really good ones became staples.
Most of the recipes were from Women’s Weekly, Family Circle, New Idea, etc. However, some are from friends, and at least one or two were from an elderly lady whose house was maintained by Mum when she worked for the council.
I have decided to finally try my hand at some of these recipes. It’s not quite Julie & Julia – I don't promise to try all the recipes, and certainly not within a year. But it is one little opportunity to feel closer to Mum, and maybe like she can still teach me something.