Heir·loom: noun \ˈer-ˌlüm\ something of special value handed down from one generation to another.
Hi, friend. You can call me A. I’m a food editor, writer, and bookworm who chronically runs out of shelf space. It’s not my fault. Really. I can’t help how attractive all these books are. Have you seen those spines? That cover design? All those words inside? Be still my heart! What’s doubly better is when I can take what’s in those books and translate it into delicious meals. Call me a collector—of fiction, cookbooks, words, knowledge, experiences … the list goes on. I like taking old things and making them new again. I’m also a bit sentimental. I think anything can be an heirloom if it’s of value to someone, including recipes and memories.
The thing is, I’m pretty obsessive when it comes to learning new things. To quench that thirst, I created Heirlooms, a journal where I explore the history of my family—Irish, Italian, and a dash of the unknown—through food, travel, and writing. If you’re a collector too—and I bet you are, if you’ve stumbled upon this little project—I hope you’ll stick around, give me a follow, and say hello. There’s nothing collectors like more than making friends with other collectors.