Some time ago Mother Butterpants (not to be confused with our own Mother Butter) informed me that she would be simplifying her life. This included selling her house and most of the things in it. I was and am totally in favor of this because I, in general, am not much of a “stuff” person. We tend to move a lot so we try to keep the stuff in our lives to a minimum. Of course, Mr. Butterpants is my total opposite in so many ways and this is a big one. He loves stuff. He loves to collect stuff. He loves to display all his stuff in various cabinets.
There is one thing I do collect: books. Everything else I mercilessly dump before every move. My books, however, have followed me everywhere. Cookbooks are especially a problem. They’re so enticing with their photos of food, endless possibilities of fabulous meals that could be served, party menus…… I am addicted.
When my mother told me she planned to dump her stuff, I offered to come “help” her. Since a sports injury last year left me unable to lift much of anything, this actually meant going shopping in her home. Which I did. I ended up with some chairs and serving platters which used to belong to my great grandmother, a piece of jewelry (the origins of which no one knows), and a crapload of cookbooks. So much for simplifying our lives.
The books arrived at our place last week.
I just sat down and went through them. They’re fabulous. The ones I chose were mostly written by Junior Leagues or Women’s Clubs or synagogues. They’re home recipes. And of course, because my mother lives in the South, they are very Southern. One of them has a recipe for Cooter Stew! What? Another is a from small chain of restaurants in Pensacola, called Norma’s where my favorite thing ever is the poppyseed bread with strawberry cream cheese spread. Norma also makes an excellent chicken salad.
I can’t wait to cook from them.
What are your favorite cookbooks?
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