Track 2 of the album Porch Steps Full · 2025
Grandma's Recipe Card, Handwriting Faded
by Kane Rivers
“Grease spot, leaning handwriting, gravy cough. I cooked it from the card and it almost worked.”
boom-bap · cosy boom-bap · nostalgic rap · 3:24
Lyrics
Found a card in the drawer, edges soft as cloth Grandma's handwriting leaning, grease spot, gravy cough Two cups of this, a pinch of that, she never measured right Said the measuring is in your hands and the love is in the light Sunday on the east side, windows steaming up Cast iron on the burner, big spoon, chipped cup I was knee-high at the counter, stealing sugar from the bowl Now I'm grown with a notebook, trying to rebuild the whole Handwriting faded but the flavor don't fade Stir it slow, stir it slow, the way that she made Salt of the earth and a little bit of grace Her recipe card is a map to her face Handwriting faded but the flavor don't fade Stir it slow, stir it slow, the way that she made First try came out salty, second try came out thin Third try burned the bottom, fourth one let me in Called my aunt for the secret, she just laughed and said Baby, she never wrote down the part inside her head So I'm tasting, I'm guessing, I'm humming her tune Kitchen smells like Sunday and a quarter after noon Neighbors at the doorway, drawn in by the steam Every pot I stir is a piece of the dream Handwriting faded but the flavor don't fade Stir it slow, stir it slow, the way that she made Salt of the earth and a little bit of grace Her recipe card is a map to her face Handwriting faded but the flavor don't fade Stir it slow, stir it slow, the way that she made Now the table's full, cousins loud and fed Somebody says it's close, somebody says it's bread I say it's her, it's the pinch I couldn't measure The patience in the pot is the real family treasure I'll copy out the card in my own hand beside hers Two lines of ink for the ones the kitchen stirs Someday a kid will find it, grease spot on the page And cook it into Sunday, pass it down the age Measure it with your heart, not the cup Taste it, taste it, never give up Pass the spoon down, pass the spoon down Love is the recipe all over town Handwriting faded but the flavor don't fade Stir it slow, stir it slow, the way that she made Salt of the earth and a little bit of grace Her recipe card is a map to her face Handwriting faded but the flavor don't fade Stir it slow, stir it slow, the way that she made Stir it slow, stir it slow The way that she made