Grandma Was A Kitchen Healer

“Grandma, I have a splinter!” “Sit down at the kitchen table and I’ll get the Ichthammol.”  Oh, the dreaded Ichthammol, aka “black salve.” My grandmother kept it in a drawer under the electric can opener and between the 1970s brown GE refrigerator and gas stove. It smelled like some stinking pit where dinosaurs died eons […]

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