Himself: Stopped at a few estate sales, found a good saw, spent a quiet day before being a docent from 5 to nine pm at the Auto Museum. There were 9,000 visitors this December Nights party in the park, and his job was to keep them away from the Porsches. Home around ten.
Herself: Tired, I confess. Found one gem of a cookbook, noted no more Sunbeam Mixmasters at estate sales now, ate dinner over the computer, bath…got out of the tub ok, and TV. I had wanted to go to the park with G, but I couldn’t imagine walking around for five hours or sitting in the car in the dark alone. Need to go back to sit ups and weight lifting even with my braces on. Getting old isn’t for sissy’s. This morning my jaw dropped at 31 notes on Cottage Cheese. Wow!
Reading: On to the next garbage book. This hasn’t been a good month for new mysteries. Maybe I need to retreat to old and loved Sci-Fi.
Balance: A quiet evening.
I may have learned proper dining room table etiquette at my mother’s knee, but we didn’t have a waitress. Not only do I know where all the knives and forks go, I own them all….sent up to Bee’s long ago. I have the table too, but there’s no room in my life for a table of that size so up to Bee’s it went also. I do sideboards and kitchen counter buffet’s. Most of the more modern cookbooks I collect reflect that kind of service.
The pre-World War II cookbooks all include mention of maids and waitresses for the socially conscious middle and upper middle classes. By the post war years, there were no maids or waitresses shown in their pages.
These wonderful, dated, volumes are mirrors of their times not only socially but in the foods they offer.
I tried baking green beans in milk topped with cheese from the 1941 Joy of Cooking. This didn’t quite work. The cheese fell to the bottom. Green beans in bullion with tomatoes, crumbled bacon, and a pinch of sugar from an older Farm Journal Vegetable cookbook really works. Unfortunately the newer versions don’t have this recipe…tho you have it now.
I have chicken cookbooks through the ages as I have hamburger cookbooks….the best of these is the Family Circle Hamburger cookbook…..so very 1970’s. I’m not eating much chicken since the Consumer Reports latest issue arrived with the stats on chicken bacteria. Not eating much beef for the same reasons plus mad cow disease…..don’t forget that. It’s still with us.
To my occasional embarrassment, Cookbooks R Me. Not only do I have a pretty good but high acid version of the White House Cookbook…whose pages crumble when touched, but I have duplicate versions of all the classics from the turn of the century through today. I confess that I only have six or seven inches of modern vegetarian cookbooks over there in the old white bookcase. They balance out my fascination with the older standards that so clearly reflect their times.
These newer vegetarian cooking volumes would reflect my times if I would use them. Sometimes even laughter needs to diet. Or is that diets that need laughter.