“Sew the necks up on one facet. Combine flour, fried onions and rooster fats and stuff the necks.”
It is a line from a pocket book during which my grandmother wrote out household recipes for me by hand, a number of years earlier than she handed. It accommodates directions for dishes that sustained my ancestors in Ukrainian and modern-day Belarusian cities and cities for generations.
The pocket book has a burgundy velvet cowl and a floral embellishment that was glued on by my grandfather. My mom’s dad and mom purchased it whereas shopping a storage sale, one among their hobbies
