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Grandma, in this blog, is my paternal Grandma, Vera and I expect if you’re reading this, she’s your Grandma too.  I have on my desk a picture of her sitting at her kitchen table, blue sweatshirt, her best wig on, holding a pan of rolls.  I’d gone to visit her and before I went to sleep in the upstairs bedroom, she said to me, I’m too tired to make you any rolls so you’re not getting any this visit (she said this to me pretty much every time I went to visit her).  I told her, like always, that while I loved her rolls, I didn’t come to visit them, I came to visit her, because I loved her. 

In the morning, I awoke, as always, to the sound of her mixer.  When she looked up to see me standing there, she said – well, can’t have you coming all this way and not have any rolls – and then she turned back to making the rolls. 

On one of my last visits, she caught me taking a picture of her making rolls and went and put her good wig on and sat at the table with a pan of rolls and told me to take a picture of her.  

I said I love you Grandma, and she gave me a roll so I’d know she loved me back. 

My Mom and Dad asked me if I’d transcribe Grandma’s box of recipes so everybody could have them – and this is how I’m doing it.  Some of the recipes are hand written, some are cut out from the newspaper or are from hand outs (likely Relief Society but knowing Grandma, it could have been one of her clubs) or typewritten.  I’ll note on the recipe what it looks like and I’ll categorize these as she did and enter them in the order they’re in her box.   Post to the blog if you have questions. 

I hope you use these recipes to tell somebody that you love them too. 

Grandma making her famous fish