My grandmother was an old-fashioned, stern woman who lived in a house on the beach.

She made us scones whenever we visited, and they were the most incredible scones that I’ve ever tasted.

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When I think of Grandma, I vividly recall pushing my way through the fragrant lupin bushes that lined the beach side of the road, a warm buttery scone clutched in my hand and the hot sand beneath my feet.

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Grandma passed away when I was in my early twenties and later in life, when I started searching for these recipes, I was told by my father and his sisters that Grandma didn’t have a special recipe. It was just a basic scone recipe.

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Was it? Was it free-range eggs or homemade butter that gave them the rich, yellow buttery-ness that I remember? Is it just an enhanced childhood memory?

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I’ll never know because I don’t have her recipe.

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Food does more than nourish our bodies.

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It creates memories. It is the backbone of almost every occasion or experience.

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It’s warm scones and lupin bushes. It’s standing on a chair to reach the bench and icing cupcakes. It’s that one dish that you always have on your birthday. It’s remembering those who have gone by tracing handwritten notes in an old cookbook.

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Edible Heirlooms is a collection of these moments and memories, saved for future generations.

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These recipes are not fancy, nor do they contain on-trend ingredients, the stories behind each dish are as important as the meal itself.

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Come and share in the memories with me.