One day several years ago, my father said to two of our daughters who were visiting-
“You girls want to go through that closet in the garage at my house?”
That closet in the garage held a treasure trove of my mother’s collecting.
One replied, as nonchalantly as a racing heart rate will allow, “How about right now?”
My father smiled because he knew exactly what they were thinking.
They are their mother’s and grandmother’s daughters/granddaughters.
(Note: I have 3 daughters. One was not here. She is part of all of this in absentia.
Afterall, we have rules of engagement for closet sifting too. Even steven.)
In the depths of that closet were these cookbooks published in 1910.
Let’s look first at the Desserts Volume.
Can you read the first sentence of the last paragraph?
“The chief reason why more women do not give their pastries due personal attention lies in the fact that
discouragement so often follows failure…”
I have tried to make a pie crust in a food processor, by hand, and at one point in the 80’s by using a large
Tupperware bowl, filled with pastry ingredients, which I rotated wildly, in a clockwise direction, simulating
Thank you Miss Olive (the author) for taking that monkey off my back.
And then there is this recipe.
I don’t even know what to say.
However, as irreverent as I can be, I am completely impressed. This one could happen…it could really
One last one.
Read the last paragraph.
I’m going to let you write the last sentence of this post.
We are packing my husband’s truck to head to El Paso today.
It is a long journey, but when time permits I will be working on my menu and shopping list for Thanksgiving day.
It is time dear friends to- as my father would say-
“get after it.”.
I get Miss Olive. I really do.
This is a re-worked post from the past I thought you would enjoy.