Contagious Genealogy: A Pandemic

I inherited my maternal grandmother's recipe card box after she passed away. To be honest, it's probably best served in someone else's hands. Perhaps my sister should take ownership, since I'm the least helpful in the kitchen. I have no interest in cooking or baking -- and detest the cleanup work after! My sister at least gets the urge to bake every now and then. In the meantime, the recipes all have a home in my pantry, with the exception of one that carries more weight in my opinion. My family's Chocolate Almond Bars are really just to die for.  I actually didn't think the recipe had been written down anywhere, but when I went searching through the box, sure enough, I found the card. And a few years ago, I decided it would be nice to memorialize that recipe in a special way for my mom's birthday. I was able to get it glazed onto a dish! An added bonus is that the recipe is written out in her mother's handwriting -- a very nice token to remember her by...

  JANUARY 31, 2021 Anyone that knows me, knows that you will rarely find me anywhere near the kitchen, except maybe during this pandemic, in which I’m practically forced to cook for myself out of necessity. It’s not that I’m a horrible cook, it’s really just the fact that I have absolutely no interest in the act of cooking or baking. Also, my least favorite thing is cleaning dishes, and those just stack up when you cook, so my solution is don’t cook. I also detest the fact that women are just assumed to be the default domestics of the family, but that’s an argument for another day. Week 5: In the Kitchen There were, however, some folks in my tree who gravitated toward the kitchen and left a breadcrumb trail of their activities in that room.  Photograph of Edna Arlene (Dean) Millhouse in the dining room off of the kitchen, 1 Jan 1984, Hawthorne, California, photo in possession of granddaughter Kira D. Foltz. My maternal grandmother, Edna Arlene (Dean) Millhouse, had a tradition...