Throwback of the House: Meat-Henge
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Long ago, I found two treasures at a used bookstore: a 1932 reprint of the Fanny Farmer cookbook and an old recipe binder. It's filled with handwritten recipes and magazine clippings from the 1950s through the early 1980s. I don't look at this book much, because it makes me a little sad. I imagine the woman who so carefully put together this piece of work, and I wonder why her bratty heirs allowed it wind up in heirloom no man's land.
This binder's full of classics -- how to prepare fresh vegetables, enough awesome cakes to make a fortune at a cake walk and instructions on making every kind of crown roast imaginable.
"Hey, Sis? Do you remember your ninth birthday, when Mom lost her shit and made a crown roast out of Treet?"
And now we know why the kids ditched the binder.
My husband suggested that maybe the binder's creator was a kindred spirit of mine, saving the crown roast recipe because it was such a ridiculous idea that it gave her giggle fits every time she flipped past it on her way to the crown roast of lamb instructions. For the sake of that woman's progeny, I hope he's right.