Maeve Paisley Grace
Linda had this fun vintage Betty Crocker cookbook. I tried to find a date on it unsuccessfully but it had to be from the late 50-60's. I read it. And then I found a blog called Jen but never Jenn where she tries to live like a 1950's housewife. It is a riot. She talks about how every dish has a sauce and how she fresh squeezes juice every morning. What was the fascination with moulding meat into all sorts of contortionist aspics? At any rate, it lit a fire in me (the cookbook, not the aspic)-this summer I haven't been cooking very much--too hot, too busy? When I got home I cooked. Yesterday was Peach Pork Chops, and today was Reuben Sandwiches/Apple Slaw, Eggnog pie. I garnished, I used my apron, I made up a beverage: mix orange juice concentrate w/ Bengal spice ice tea. Ellery said dinner today was "drooping" with flavor. Football has started so the walking vaccuum that is my son is happy to have good food around. Me, I must jog tomorrow.
Posted by Heather at 6:47 PM