Anyhow, a few weeks ago, I came across this recipe called Soda Cracker Pie, which I’d never noticed before. But it was the introduction that caught my eye: “Mother says that this really does taste like an apple pie—it was made a lot during the Depression and the recipe should be saved for posterity.” Honestly, until I read that, I’d never seen the poetry, never given any real thought to how much life a recipe can hold—not ours—well, not mine, at least. I mean, it’s been staring at me all along, and I’ve missed it this whole time. And that’s no one’s fault but my own.
