Four years ago today, my grandma passed away. I’ve said it here many times, but she was a huge influence on me, both in and out of the kitchen. I have so many memories of her cooking, mostly sweets and treats, because that’s what grandmas do.
After my grandma passed away, we cleaned out her shelves and found a million cookbooks. She loved to watch cooking shows on TV and scribble down the recipes in notebooks like these. We even found a box of tissues next to her chair that had recipes scribbled on the bottom of it.
This is my mom’s cookbook. It was given to her by her grandma for her wedding. It’s so stuffed full of recipes that she has to use a rubberband to keep it closed. I keep telling her one of these days it’s going to go missing and turn up in my kitchen but she doesn’t believe me.
I knew I wanted to use burlap to go in the frames behind the recipes, I just wasn’t sure if I wanted a lighter or darker burlap. (No, this is not a recipe. My grandma also used her recipe notebooks to jot down notes while she watched church on TV too!)
To hang the pictures I measured out how many inches it was from the center of one frame to the center of the other. Then I knew how far apart my nails needed to be. I started by using my laser level to make a straight vertical line up my wall.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do to replace it, but I knew that I didn’t really want anything else hanging on the wall. So I used my cricut to cut out this saying in vinyl and stuck it up on the wall. I absolutely love this poem, and I think it’s something that I want to always have displayed in my kitchen in some way. I’m thinking that maybe someday my grandkids will associate it with me.
But I think that it looks pretty fabulous now. And the best part is, that when I’m in my kitchen cooking, I just need to look over to the wall and I’m reminded of the long line of great cooks that I come from.