When we moved into this house more than 25 years ago, an incredible woman lived next door who'd raised two sons and two daughters and who baked fresh bread for her family every week. She was not a household drudge. She was full of energy and non-stop fun on top of being a great cook.
One day I mentioned that I wanted to make lasagna, but the whole thing seemed to be just too much work. That's when she wrote down this recipe for "short hand lasagna" and handed it to me. Of course, the meal turned out great and "short hand lasagna" became a family staple.
Yesterday, when I pulled out the aging paper to reconstruct the lasagna again, I thought so much of her, of I how lucky we all were to have had her living next door. I also thought about the writing of the recipe--by hand. Do many people write recipes like that anymore?
Mary is 100 years old this year, still living, but not in good health. This recipe had her own hand in it and looking at the yellowing paper and the blurry ink, I'm reminded of her every time I pull it out.