One of my dad's favorite things is lemon meringue pie, so I made one for him for father's day. The custard is a little lumpy and the custard tastes a little cream of tartar-y, but it looks nice. I've always wanted to work in a bakery. Someday I think it would be the epitome of "lovely" to have my own pastry bakery. I used my mom's really old copy of Joy of Cooking, first published in 1931. I like the old print and the very basic rudimentary drawings that show you how to do things.
The thing about using old cookbooks is that nothing in them is easy to do. Everything these days is about convenience: 30 minutes meals, etc. Back in the day, especially when our grandmothers were housewives, cooking was like the qualifying talent in society. It wasn't convenient to cook because it was supposed to take all day to make a worthwhile dinner. A meal represented hard work, thought, and care. While I generally throw some pasta on for dinner with sauce bought from the convenience store, sometimes it feels good to spend some real time making something great. Today was the pie.
1 comment:
steph! i like that you thought about cooking so much and how much more important it was back in the day. LETS COOK DIS SUMMA! i hear pot roasts take all day.
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