My mother loved cookbooks. I still have quite a few of hers, sometimes with notes such as "Try this" scrawled in the margins. As she grew into middle age, she went for the huge, coffee-table photographic odysseys, all visual appeal and little incentive to actually cook anything. It's the older books that I find more fascinating, a late 1950's ring binder edition of Betty Crocker bought by a new wife before I came along, or the branded pamphlets showcasing the potential of Bero flour or Stork margarine: lenses into another time.
Oh, these are treasures! One of my prized possessions is my grandmother’s copy of Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Not photographic food pornography; instead there’s substance and skill - go figure!
My mother loved cookbooks. I still have quite a few of hers, sometimes with notes such as "Try this" scrawled in the margins. As she grew into middle age, she went for the huge, coffee-table photographic odysseys, all visual appeal and little incentive to actually cook anything. It's the older books that I find more fascinating, a late 1950's ring binder edition of Betty Crocker bought by a new wife before I came along, or the branded pamphlets showcasing the potential of Bero flour or Stork margarine: lenses into another time.
Oh, these are treasures! One of my prized possessions is my grandmother’s copy of Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Not photographic food pornography; instead there’s substance and skill - go figure!
I have also picked up a few old books at op shops. If you ever need a recipe for mock brains made from cold left over porridge, I'm your girl.
Great slice-of-life piece (with great allusions).
I don’t expect that Ask E. Jean will get picked up by Amazon Prime anytime soon. 😂
Gotta leave room for the execrable Melania doc on the platform, I guess.