A loaf of meat.
The cookbook called these "Dad's Favorite" chocolate chip cookies. But it turned out the cookbook was wrong and they were, in fact, Mom's favorite.
This is a half batch of the original recipe, but it still makes a lot of cookies.
This stuff is good. I eat way too much of it.
This isn't store-bought sandwich bread - you don't avoid the dry end crust. You fight with your silblings over who gets the crunchy and soft heel of the bread when it's fresh out of the oven and the butter melts into it.
Who doesn't love pancakes? (Real maple syrup only, tho.) I've tweaked this recipe until I have it juuuuuust the way I like it.
Some people have Chex Mix. But our family? We have party mix. There's butter involved.
Originally from Cornwall, then brought to the UP of Michigan before migrating south to my stomach in Wisconsin.
These are another family classic cookie, from my Great Aunt Pat. Despite claiming to be "never-fail," I've still managed to mess them up at least once, since I had a version of the recipe with a list of ingredients and no instructions.
This is the secret family pizza recipe. (Sssshh! Don't tell anyone.)
Apparently I don't have enough ways to consume pizza yet.
This makes dough for about a 16" pizza pan.
It's basically a calzone.