My mother was Italian and she passed on quite a few authentic Old World Italian recipes that everyone seems to enjoy when I take the time to make them. The recipes are important to me, because woven into the recipes are the fabric of my familys history and roots. When I make them, the smells of the food cooking brings back those days when I was a child and all the memories of family gathering around for meals, the laughter and the love I felt around me,with the rich smells and tastes of those homecooked meals. Now my brother and sister call me up and ask me how to make some of those dishes that Mom used to make. Its a continuence of the family when we pass on our family recipes. And when I teach my children how to make these recipes I also tell them stories that these meals remind me of : stories of their Grandmother who has since passed on, and thus I pass along our family history and give them a strong feel of family roots.
2006-06-24 12:46:45
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answered by pinegreen7 2
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It's certainly no more ridiculous than the idea of any other family tradition being passed down for decades or centuries. Why doesn't anybody ever complain about the idea of a recipe being handed down from generation to generation? As far as I'm concerned, most of the people who get bent out of shape about this are focusing on the magic part (not the handed down for a century or more part) and are very ignorant about magic, magical practice, or any belief system that isn't their own.
2016-03-27 03:17:46
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answered by Anonymous
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FRUIT CAKE it was my grandmothers recipe and now I make it. It's not like all the fruit cakes that people make fun of its a rich brown cake with fruit and nuts in it. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. The only change is I don't add so many raisens as I like dates better. One recipe that I did drastically change was my moms home made spagatii sauce. It tastes just like Prego and takes all day to make. My change I open a jar of Prego.
2006-06-24 11:10:46
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answered by bramblerock 5
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Mine is dumplings too! Only my grandma made the light, fluffy, raised kind, instead of the flat cut-out kind. She gave the recipe to my mother and then to me. If you like the raised dumplings that float on top of broth, this woman makes the best ones! And she would not only put them on top of chicken broth or beef stew . . . sometimes they would be a dessert on top of stewed fruit. Yummy!
2006-06-24 11:37:46
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answered by Oghma Gem 6
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My grandmother's rice pudding recipe. She died last year. She taught my mom how to make it, and my mom taught me. I hope to pass it on to my daughter one day. The only thing I change is the amount of milk, depending on the texture I get after stirring it for an hour (which explains why no one else in my family wants to learn how to make it! lol).
2006-06-24 11:12:50
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answered by Anonymous
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Raisin pudding. It is hard to make the way my ancestors did
it, they cooked the mixture in a pan that was then put into a pan of water in the oven & baked for about 3 hours. My great auntie now makes it in a crock pot!! Taste just the same.
2006-06-24 11:25:40
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answered by Bethany 7
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My grandma made a fudge that my mom makes every year around Christmas. ANd the last few years I have been making it, so I guess you could consider that a hand me down recipe.
2006-06-24 12:34:06
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answered by jcs 3
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Irish Soda Bread- did not change at all it sooo good just the way it is.
Passed down from Grandma to my Mom to Me
2006-06-24 11:23:48
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answered by ~•over the moon•~ 4
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The secret family cabbage roll recipe, complete with homeade soured turnip (Instead of sauerkraut)
2006-06-24 11:26:58
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answered by scrappykins 7
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My great grandmother immigrated to the US from Ireland and she passed on her irish soda bread recipe to my grandmother who gave it to my dad and every year on st.patricks day we make it.
2006-06-24 11:05:35
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answered by brightlikestarsx 3
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