like this one which was my grandmas meatball and sauce recipe (written down by my mom). i love that they have no measurements and no direction really but come with so much love and sentimentality and nostalgia (im a cancer)
My mother didn’t even write that much down. If there’s an afterlife, she’s fucking laughing every time we try, especially trying to determine how long a Virginia Slims would last (that was her timing between stirs).
smells like being a kid and hanging out in the kitchen for hours with my grandmothers, helping and learning from them. the fragrant base of so many wonderful sauces, soups, and stews. exact recipes? never… those women were cooking based on vibes only and every single dish was a slam dunk. each time i start a pot of something, i take a big sniff and think of them ❤️
This may be the perfect soup.
A friend of my mom’s has had this recipe in her family for like 100 years and won’t share it with anyone. Esoteric ideas about gatekeeping something like a recipe is so weird, right? Anyway, the soup typically comes along when someone dies or something bad happens, cause that’s when you bring people soup. My mom’s partner passed away in fall of 2020 and she received the soup, as one does while grieving. The recipe was asked for and denied. My mom, being a chef, decided to reverse engineer it. She then sent the recipe to her friend and apparently it was identical. My mom rules. Here’s the recipe (from my mom!): Chop & sauté an onion, a carrot & a celery stalk till softened. Blend in 2T dried rosemary. Add 2/3 lb Italian sausage & brown. Add 4T tomato paste & 3-4 minced garlic cloves. When garlic is fragrant add 4 cups chicken broth, 2 cans white beans, 4 cups kale. Simmer 30 mins or so. Season to taste w/ salt & pepper. Add splash of balsamic & some parm & croutons to serve