My Nannan’s old cookbook. My mother must have passed it along to me at some point although I don’t remember when. It came with her new gas cooker in 1969. It’s the cooker I remember from my childhood. The place she cooked her famous meat and potato pie – with Henderson’s of course! It’s funny how often I still refer to it even though the glue on the spine long gave up its ability to hold the pages together. I miss her and that busy, noisy kitchen with memories of magical Christmases with my cousins and grandparents, aunts and uncles
Nannan’s cookbook
