My neighbor gave me this stained index card from 1968 when I first moved in. I made it once and my daddy wiped his plate completely clean.
A neighbor shared her wooden recipe box with my mother in 1978. These four items bake into pure comfort, making it a staple when the weather turns crisp.
Grandma wrote this on an index card back in 1962. It brings such warmth to the early autumn months, and there is never a single bite left in the pan.
