When my grandmother passed away I was asked if there was anything of hers I would like. I said I would like an old painting of bluebells that she loved and all her old baking tins and cook books. Nobody else wanted any of these things. The books are adorable and I love the smell of them, old and precious. Some of the recipes have her hand written comments and others are so bizarre you wouldn't think of making them these days... brawn, aspic, brains - mmmm? I loved the little treasures I found tucked amongst the pages - the old page from a magazine for chocolate crackles and even a little note with the names of all seven of the "Snow White" dwarfs. Love it.