About Us

My grandmother Hetty was born in England and emigrated to the U.S. in 1929, where she met Orville, the man who would become my grandfather. She'd been in the country for a year when they got married. With the help of kind neighbors, she learned to cook American food, preserve the produce from their garden, and manage a house as well as any of the other farmers' wives in town. 

By the time I came along, Grandpa had passed away, and Grandma lived alone next door. I often ran to her house during the summer months for a refresher on how to make my favorite Welsh Rarebit for lunch. Eventually, she moved in with us, and I loved coming home after school to find Grandma's warm cookies waiting for me. 

I look forward to reconnecting with Grandma through her recipes. She's been gone for almost thirty years, but if I listen closely, I can almost hear her telling me to grind the raisins and add a pinch of salt to my rice.