A recent move had me going through boxes of books I had inherited from my mother. What a surprise to find one named “My Cookbook” bound in red leather. Little did I know I had found treasure. My mom had her old standby cookbook rebound and had written on every available space her notes and OWN family recipes that were hits. Then stashed it full of recipe cards from others that shared their’s with her.
What a delight it was to see, in her hand, notes that made me laugh, cry and remember growing up in the deep south.
Inside the front cover she had written her hope that whoever got this would cherish it, like she did, or pass it on to someone whom she would like to have called “friend”. That statement is profound as I write about the “foodiefridayfriends” that she knew nothing about.
My gal pal from 3rd grade, who lived next door, told me she would love some of the recipes, but not the butter and sugar sandwich one we used to eat as a snack after school. My brother asked for her Jalapeno Cheese Spread, of which I will share with you if you request it…she would kill me for sharing with you though. She always said, “A southern woman does not share all of her secrets.”
I will spend the weekend reading her handwritten notes in the book and smile, for I have truly found a treasure.
In gathering creatives for this new blog, we came across some great vintage cookbook covers we wanted to share with you. My, how cooking and marketing has changed! Enjoy a few we found funny or eye opening and feel free to share a few of your finds as well.
A great idea for a family chef is to gather their favorite recipes and have them bound in a cookbook just for them or for passing on down to the family. My dad did just that for my mother – the ultimate in collecting recipes…He wanted to name it “Recipes I know And Love, But Have Never Tried”, for we ate the same routine menu every week…if it was Tuesday we had Italian, Friday was steak, Sunday Fried Chicken… you get the scenario. Her cookbook is 2 inches thick bound in red, her favorite color, and was passed down to me in 2014. I cherish it and when I cook from it I laugh at the name it should have had for it was truthful.
Six women from cities (other than Louisville, Kentucky) meet in “the ‘ville” in the late 80’s and early 90’s. They become fast friends and enjoy a once a month Friday luncheon where they don’t solve the world and each other’s problems, but listen and give advice over a wonderful meal by their hostess. Thus, the “Thorough-Broads” prove that being an East end housewife has it’s challenges, but friendship support and good food can make memories that last a lifetime.