At some point between 1939, and 1941 my mother started collecting recipes from magazines, books, and relatives. This collection developed and grew over the years probably culminating around the mid 1970’s.
The book is a tattered three-ring binder that contains stained and faded pages upon which there are recipes written in her own hand, and those that were pasted in. The cookbook is in many ways a time capsule, that extends across 4 decades. It shows how we used to cook, the taste in food of that period, and how much time everyone used to spend preparing meals.
There is nothing fancy here. My mother is not Julia Child, although she is a damn good cook. The recipes she collected, were things that were simple and hardy. Things that were easy to prepare, and that would satisfy her family. Some of the recipes in the cookbook, came directly from my Grandmother, and Great Grandmother. They have been transcribed onto the lined notebook pages, and while faded they are in both my mother and grandmother’s hand writing.
My mom gave me this book about 4 years ago. I hate to say this but I never use it. Never. I know I should, but it isn’t the first thing I reach for when I want to try something new, and most of my moms recipes that I make on a regular basis have been committed to memory. But tonight when I was cleaning out cabinets and organizing the kitchen, I came across the cookbook and felt compelled to look through it. It is something that will always stay with me. I decided I don’t think I’ll ever use, but instead I’m going to keep it with the other books on the shelf. Occasionally take it down and go through it, like having a conversation with an old friend.
Next week my mom turns 82, and I think I need to revisit the cookbook with her. There is so much here that is shrouded in mystery, like who in the family really liked and ate “Creamed Beets”, and where the hell did you get a recipe for that? Like I said, it’s a time capsule and I want more insight about the history of it.