Better Homes and Gardens circa 1962
Okay, so this doesn’t link to the book I own. It links to the great grandbook (or so) of the cookbook I have1. This idea amuses me, because the book I have was given to me by my grandmother. She, like so many people I’m related to, was concerned I might starve to death when I moved out of my parents home.
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this here, but part of the collective terror was that I was stubborn and refused to ever live on campus (and thus have a meal plan). Oh, my mother tried to get me to live on campus, but it was not to be. Namely, I wasn’t having any of that crap, and while it briefly looked like she would manage to force me into it (what with them covering my expenses beyond my scholarships and all), my father intervened.… Continue reading →