The kitchen, she is finished!
The Squire and I hung the last of the wallpaper after church on Sunday, and yesterday I sorted through the dozens – literally – of cookbooks, trying to decide which to keep, to donate, or to toss. It seems you always turn to maybe three or four recipes in a cookbook, and never use the rest. I copied the recipes I really wanted from several books, and put them aside to donate. Most of the rest went back on the shelf.
The real problem is that I have accumulated about fifty or so paper booklets from the 20s, 30s and 40s. I can’t bring myself to part with them, and there are some I honestly do use, but they are too fragile to take the pulling out and putting away of daily life in the Rice Paddy kitchen. I think I am going to get a clear, flat plastic box, and stow them in that.
My favorite is a handwritten collection, written by my great-grandmother. One of the recipes is for Hasenpfeffer. It starts off, “First, get your rabbit”. This has become a family line, and good advice in any situation.
Somebody will go on about planning for this, that or the other, building castles in the sky, and be asked, “do you have your rabbit?”
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