The Art of Dining: A History of Cooking and Eating. Sara Paston-Williams. The National Trust. Harry N. Abrams, Inc., Publishers, London. 1993. I mean seriously. I need a linen press. [consults the world-wide-web] I see this contraption is more accurately called a screw or napkin press.
Long time readers may recall the Crappy Old Books of the Months series. Though I often fell down on the job because of real life, I enjoyed those. I thought some posts were quite good. Naturally, a few books became tiresome toward the end– you may have eventually tired of the Bacon jokes– but it
You, the homemaker, are the backbone of the world. If it weren’t for you there would be no home, no family, or world fit to live in. You are a homemaker: chef (and many famous chefs couldn’t please your family as well as you do!), nurse (ever kiss a child’s skinned knee and he stopped
It was a frigid 64° when I got up this morning. Refreshing. Making progress on the project that goes by the name, “Returning to the Civilized.” College football commences in earnest this evening and continues through the long weekend. Mr. Big Food is excited. As am I.
Monday, monday (ba-da ba-da-da-da)So good to me (ba-daba-da-da-da)Monday mornin, it was all I hoped it would beOh monday mornin, monday mornin couldn’t guarantee (ba-da ba-da-da-da)That monday evenin you would still be here with me Monday, monday, can’t trust that dayMonday, monday, sometimes it just turns out that wayOh monday mornin you gave me no warnin
Holy moly. Here’s my excuse. I am quite certain many of you can identify with this situation. As you know, I spent considerable time and energy getting the apartment ready for the new tenant. In the process, I removed quite a bit of stuff (that’s the nice word). I sorted the stuff into two broad
Yesterday I texted Kat & Miss M asking what, beyond the obvious, did “furnished” apartment mean. I then listed things that were in the apartment and asked what I was missing. Miss M responded that it needed a can opener (forgot to include in the list). Kat responded with links to sites advising folks how
A. Drudge Work Monday and there’s no getting around it today. Mr. Big Food tied up one of the kitchen trash bags in preparation for the taking out of the trash and then went out to cut The Peninsula. I was employed in pepper picking. When he returned to the kitchen, Mr. Big Food discovered
That sums up how impressed Mr. Big Food is with my superior abilities to block the sun from shining into the house in the morning when it’s 85°F at 10am, and in the late afternoon when the heat index is 100°. A cool 76° inside and the A/C has hardly been running. (It’s been a
Back in the crappy olden days, making a home for your family was not considered drudge work. At least that’s the belief Meredith Publishing, publishers of BH&G books, were selling to women. I am of two minds about this. Better Homes and Gardens Decorating Book, Meredith Publishing Company, Des Moines, Iowa, 1961. As person who
I’m taking it easy today. JK! (That’s kid speak for “just kidding.”) [For the toxic among you, I’ll be talking about Makitta drills below!] After our return from Memphis, I had five and one-half days to get the joint– including the Bunkhouse and some outside parts– ready for company on Saturday afternoon. And not just
Or is it?
Did you see #10? Plug-in vision-phone. How cool would that be? What is the thing above #5 that has a line but no number? [Betty Jane has a Ph.D. by the way, so that’s Doctor Betty Jane to folks like you & I.] Crappy old books such as this are good for a laugh. How
In today’s Drudgework Monday we’ll do a lot of ironing, review some movies, and muse about civilization. Twenty-two point eight five gigs– that’s how much ironing I did this weekend. I do not mind ironing. I have to be in the right mood, and the weather has to cooperate, but given those, it’s not a
Obviously, have coffee and check Windy for the weather. But not according to Heloise who says, The first thing to do in the mornings is to put your dishes in the sink to soak and then make the beds! I don’t know why, but this is most important. It gives a woman a feeling of
Omni corrumpuntur et intabescunt in tempore; Saturnus quos generat devorare non cessat; … Or if you prefer… All things are corrupted and decay in time; Saturn ceases not to devour the children that he generates; all the glory of the world would be buried in oblivion, if God had not provided mortals with the remedy
Good food is of prime importance to my family, therefore; I shall take pride in doing an outstanding job of cooking from “The Cooks Creed” in Meta Given’s, The Modern Family Cookbook (J.G. Ferguson Publishing Company, Chicago, 1942) That’s a Johnsonville smoked brat, Campbell’s pork & beans, and homemade macaroni salad with yellow bell peppers,
Obviously, the best part of the game– and it wouldn’t have taken much– was the football food. It was fantastic! I especially liked the Rissole, but the wings were pretty damned good, too. It was nice of Mr. Big Food to spare me barbecued wings. These, with a crunchy bread crumb and herb topping were
The Food Shopper’s CreedThe health of my family is in my care, therefore–I will base my market list on meals planned according to the “DIET PATTERN” p. 4I will choose foods of quality and in quantities that will provide the nutritive elements planned for. Stretching the food dollar is part of my responsibility, therefore–I will
I left the World-Wide-Web to venture out into the real world. Twelve hours. Twelve measly hours and Van der Leun has three new posts. That’s on top of the three new ones I saw this morning which I barely had time to glance at before we left The Farm to make our way to the