Lemonada. Today's story begins with a shoebox of flower-stained index cards. Our storyteller,

our featured saddustler, grew up seeing these cards for grandmother's peach cobbler, her

grandfather's

chili taped to the refrigerator at every holiday. While cleaning out a closet, she notices

these cards are deteriorating. She decides to scan them, clean them up in Photoshop, and make a gallery

quality poster for her own kitchen, which is kind of fun. My grandma also used to make

Peach Cobbler. A fun little throwback there.

Neighbor sees the print once one of her mother's recipes offers to pay. And so before long,

we've got a little business here. Let's talk about how it came to be as well as what's happened

since we first heard about it. This is part of our throwback Thursday series. She's charging,

well, let's see. Well, she'll tell us more about it. She'll tell us about how much she's charging,

how many she's sold. It's a good number. Definitely a well-run and meaningful side hustle.

So yeah, throwback Thursday segment. Last week in this segment, we heard how a campaign tool

turned into a software product now licensed by multiple counties

for political campaigns. Today, handwritten recipes become kitchen wall art. Let's hear the story.

I'll come back at the end with a few words of wrap up.

I never plan to monetize my grandmother's handwriting. The first print I made was just a housewarming gift to myself.

A five by seven of her lemon pound cake recipe, stains and all.

I printed it at the local copy shop, slipped it into a simple white frame and propped it against

the back splash.

Every guest who visited mentioned it.

One Saturday, my neighbor Carol Ann said, if I give you my mother's biscuit recipe, can

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