When I first moved away from home after college, my mother gifted me a cookbook of family recipes. I know the dishes well (they’re ones requested on holidays, sold at bake sales, and kept warm in the oven on late Monday nights), but my mother knows me better (they’re recipes that even a lazy twentysomething like me can scrape together now and again).
After a handful of run-ins between pages and oven burners, and even more standoffs at the grocery store wishing I had remembered to bring along her booklet, I have decided to (slowly) re-up all of the recipes here.
Many thanks to all of the loving chefs below who have kept me from going hungry. Without them, I would still be eating out seven nights per week.