My mother has been tidying this week. So by Saturday she had a few books for the charity shop. Tewkesbury was busy, parking was going to be tricky. It seemed simplest for Ray to pause at the curb round the corner while we jumped out with the bags.
As he drove off to find a parking space, one of the three bags split. Luckily, it was not the one with the hardbacks, not even the heavy paperbacks, instead a handful of old cookery booklets slithered out. Even more luckily, the pavement was dry, because these were vulnerable.
The pages were soft, finely textured paper that felt silky, and the covers were slightly thicker, printed in colour, with no fancy plastic film or varnish welded to their surface. In fact, they should probably be properly called ‘vintage’. There were no dates, but the illustrations suggested maybe the late twenties or early nineteen thirties.
As I crouched on the pavement making spaces to slip them in with the other bags, one caught my eye. ‘Keep it,’ said the woman who’s spent the week clearing small clutter from her house. ‘It won’t take up much space.’
‘Well,’ I said, flicking through the pages of Do come to my party! says Miss Regulo by Radiation, ‘I was wondering if I might be able to use them in a class…’
‘Have you seen this one?’ said my mother, handing me A Practical Guide to the Use of Canned Goods. I didn’t notice horns sprouting from her forehead, or her feet become cloven: but, could this be the same mother who used to complain about the muddles in my bedroom?
Given time, maybe I would have thought about that heap of ancient newspapers on the old chair in my office, or the boxes of postcards and pictures stacked against the side of my desk, all waiting to be utilised. Instead, I became aware that I was an irritating obstacle on the busy pavement, and in my hurry to move on, somehow a handful of those tempting pamphlets slipped into my bag, rather than one of the charity shop ones.
A remnant of resistance was still in evidence as we reached the shop door. ‘Of course, I could bring them here after I’ve looked through them,’ I said.
We stepped into the warm, book-lined haven. ‘Think of them as an advent present,’ mum said.
‘That’s a nice idea,’ I said. I zipped up my bag. ‘I like that. Thank you.’
Aren’t mums the best? I spent a lovely evening browsing through recipes for Messina Pudding, cheese saucer savouries, Parisian cake, West Riding pudding, a chocolate castle and a sandwich house, and am already getting glimmers of thoughts about using them.
Nothing beats a good book, and the vintage ones as you described the pages and cover are wonderful. Your article brought back memories of my childhood and youth, and my mum. Thanks for sharing, Cath.
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Glad you enjoyed this, Lynda.
I think that bag splitting was a meant-to-be moment. I’ve a feeling you’ll be reading more about them, shortly.
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I love old cookery books and have quite a collection. Some of the wartime and rationing ones are fascinating in their inventiveness. And they play fast and loose with quantities and temperatures and timings… love it. Keep them, treasure them, you never know they might come in handy one day.
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As you say, some of the recipes are really intriguing. I’m definitely leaning towards your instinct, and I have some space in a drawer…
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For all my laments about cooking, I’m often fascinated by the old methods…that I often screw up, but I like studying them, nonetheless. My husband Bo is a wonderful cook, and he insists that’s mostly because he only uses his mother’s Betty Crocker book from the 70s, back when everything’s tinged yellow for some reason and the pictures look awful, yet today they taste so good! Probably because 87% of the recipes require obscene amounts of butter… 🙂 Merry Christmas!
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Hmm, yes, fats and probably sugars too, in abundance. Fashions in diet will keep changing, it’s a pity our tastes don’t do that too, because I find the same thing, those old recipes are rather moorish. Still, it is Christmas, so just for a few days, who’s counting? Not me. Happy Christmas.
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We have a Mrs Beaton’s cookbook and housekeeping, from my grandmother,a hundred years old. It has recipes for every day of the years, for each meal, and four or five courses at least for each meal. Sugar, fat, and foods like tripe, tongue, oxtail, and pigs trotters which are rare today in the West. It explains how to manage servants, the kind of pans to use, how the kitchen should be laid out, and all kinds of wonderful things. I must encourage my sister to bring it with her next time, as she is the current custodian.
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Lovely. Lucky you, Mrs Beaton’s is a treasure trove of ideas. I feel bloated just thinking about those courses.
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Exactly. With all the final projects to grade and preparations for Christmas, it just ain’t worth fussing over calorie intake until the insanity’s over. 🙂 Happy Christmas!
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