Remember when you were a child and grandma was cooking in the kitchen? Remember the great smells that reached all over the house and sometimes outside? And do you remember walking into the kitchen just feeling the love in the room, the antioption of eating family dinner?

While some of us may have lost our grandmothers we will never forget the great food, shared family time and love she put into her cooking. In my family, my grandmother was a rock, the center of the family so keeping her receipts alive keeps her close and always in everyone’s minds.

In most cultures, family is everything but sometimes people past and rest of the family forgets about what really matters, and people drift away from each other, but food; food always helps. Good food equals a good time with laughter and love.