On a recent visit to my mother’s home, I browsed through her recipe box in search of an ice box pie that I loved from my childhood. Several other recipes, handwritten in a nearly-forgotten beautiful cursive, jumped out and brought back memories. Many of us have those boxes of old family recipes that bring to mind a memory, a place, a fragrance.
During a recent photo shoot for our next cookbook, our friend Larie shared a small bag of recipes from her grandmother, dating to the 1940s and ’50s. Some were handwritten on whatever piece of paper was available (including a white shopping bag). Others
Among the 8 Broads, we invariable bake with unsalted butter. Never oleo or margarine. Shortening is a very rare ingredient for our group. So we got a big hoot out of the ads from the ’40s for Crisco, promoting “It’s digestible!” Really, is that the best thing one can say about a product—that you can digest it?

Here’s my mother’s old recipe for Fudge Sundae Pie. Oh so good.

