every dish carries its lineage

The People Behind the Recipes

How a Battered Tin Box Became an Archive

Heirloom started the way most family projects start — with a box. An actual, physical, battered tin box that lived on top of the fridge at Nanna June's house in Ballarat. Inside were recipe cards, some typed, most handwritten, a few barely legible. Flour-dusted, tea-stained, folded so many times the creases had become part of the recipe.

When Nanna passed, the box came home with Mum. And with it came a quiet terror: what if we lose these? What if the handwriting fades? What if nobody remembers that Mabel's fruit cake needs to be fed every Sunday, or that Pop's damper only tastes right over coals?

Heirloom is our answer. A digital archive for the recipes that matter — not because they're clever or photogenic, but because they belong to someone. Every dish on this site carries its lineage: who made it, when, where they learnt it, and who they learnt it from.

Because a recipe without its story is just a list of ingredients.

Meet the Family

The cooks, the legends, the ones who wrote it down and the ones who never measured a thing.

NJ

Nanna June

The heart of the kitchen

Scones, Fruit Cake (inherited from Mabel)

Ballarat, VIC

"Don't twist the cutter. And use the good butter."

The matriarch. Everything traces back to Nanna June's kitchen — the peeling lino, the oven that ran hot, and the ceramic mixing bowl with the chip on the rim. She never measured anything exactly, which made writing her recipes down an exercise in creative interpretation.

PA

Pop Arthur

The bushman

Damper

The Grampians, VIC

"Three ingredients and a campfire. Don't overthink it."

Pop was a man of the outdoors. He learnt damper from a stockman and never saw a reason to add anything else. His recipes were simple because he believed food should be, and the best meals happened around a fire.

M

Great Aunt Mabel

The original baker

Fruit Cake (the original)

 

"Use the good brandy."

Nobody alive remembers Mabel clearly, but everyone remembers her fruit cake. The recipe card is so stained and folded it's practically a relic. She kept a 'good' brandy and a 'cooking' brandy and was secretive about which went into the cake. (It was the good one.)

M

Mum

The nurturer

Chicken Soup, Scones (from Nanna June)

 

"Eat the lot. You'll feel better."

Mum is the bridge between generations. She learnt from Nanna June standing on a stool at age six and has been quietly adapting recipes ever since — more garlic here, a squeeze of lemon there. She'll deny she's changed anything.

D

Dad

The grill master

BBQ Marinade

 

"It's a feeling thing. You can't write down a feeling."

Twenty years of 'a bit of this, a bit of that' before Mum finally pinned him down with a notepad. His secret ingredient is Vegemite, which he reveals with the gravity of a state secret to anyone who'll listen.

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Uncle Rick

The patriot

Pavlova

 

"I have a laminated timeline."

Rick's pavlova is beyond dispute. Rick's opinions about where it was invented are endlessly disputed. He arrives every Christmas with both, and the family has learnt to eat first and debate later.

Y

You

The archivist

Keeping it all alive

 

"Before the cards fade."

The one who opened the tin, transcribed the cards, and built this archive. Because the best recipes aren't in cookbooks — they're in someone's handwriting you still recognise.

The Family Tree

Every recipe connects to a person, and every person connects to a story. Follow the lineage.

Great Aunt Mabel

the original baker

Fruit Cake

Pop Arthur

the bushman

Damper

Nanna June

the heart of the kitchen

Scones, Fruit Cake

Mum

the nurturer

Chicken Soup, Scones

Dad

the grill master

BBQ Marinade

Uncle Rick

the patriot

Pavlova

You

the archivist

keeping it all alive

before the cards fade...

Preserve Your Family's Recipes

Everyone's got a Nanna with a recipe worth saving. Join the archive — we'll help you keep them forever.