The last days of 2011 were not kind to my household. My wife was the victim of a small hole, dug near the deck by one of the dogs...who looks guilty? I'll give you a hint...it's the black dog...
Shortly after I was married, my mother gave my wife a family cookbook chock full of her recipes and some of those given to her. Sadly, I am left to wonder about the fate of many of these delights. While valiant attempts have been made, I don't know who could duplicate the Easter Bread that my mother makes or the spinach bread for that matter. Growing up, my family was not overly nostalgic or one for traditions, which might explain why the traditions of my young family mean so much to me however, nothing can bring you back to a time or place like a familiar meal.
Allow me to share just a few of my favorite things...may you enjoy them as much as I have should you try them out.