Today I was cleaning out this breadbox which belonged to my Grandma. She used to keep snack cakes in it. These were the cakes she would pack in Grandpa's lunch every day. I was not allowed to ask for these cakes. That would get me in big trouble with Mom, but if I "didn't ask" in just the right way, I could get one. Often Grandpa would just ask me to come into the kitchen with him and he'd open the breadbox and ask if I wanted one. That was my favorite thing.
It's been in storage for years. So many years that it had sippy cup lids stored in the little boxes. My kids are 17 and 21. I've been meaning to clean it out and finally remembered this morning while I still had dishwater in the sink.
I found the recipe above, which I was hoping was still in there. Written by my Grandma's hand, it's her recipe for Baskin-Robbins pie. People loved her Baskin-Robbins pie. It was always a happy occasion to open the refrigerator door and see it sitting in there.
I am thrilled to have it. It means even more to me now than it did when I discovered it in the breadbox several years ago. I always knew that I wanted to display it somehow and today became the perfect day.
I found a frame for it and used some black construction paper to fill in the space inside the mat.
I love the stains and the creases. Most of all, I love seeing her handwriting.
I'm so happy to have it in my kitchen after all these years.
If you think you'd like to make the pie, you can click to enlarge the recipe.
I'm dieting right now and one piece is like a whole week's worth of calories but when I'm skinny...I'm making it. Or next weekend. Whichever comes first.