As the year comes to an end, and what a year it has been, I have been looking at some old recipes. (Searching for comfort in uncomfortable times?) These recipes are from my mother’s recipe box. I have no idea where they came from originally; I know that the script is hers. For now, I will imagine that they came from the careful mixing of her tastes, her experience, and her history, handed down from previous generations. Of course they may have been borrowed from the back of a box, but I will stick with the careful mixing/ handed down metaphor.
Here is the first one: Forgotten Pot Roast. If you try it, let me know what you think.