Reviews by Jeanne
I think of fall as “The Eating Season.” It starts with all the Halloween candy, moves
into Thanksgiving, and really hits its stride around Christmas. This is the signal for a lot of people to get
out the cookbooks, so we decided to put out a cookbook display. I asked staff to share some favorites as
well, and decided I’d do my picks as part of the bookblog.
Before I give my selections, there’s something you should
know.
I don’t cook.
Well, I do cook
sometimes but the constant shrieking of the smoke alarms has put me off a
bit. Once I had three going at once,
which remains my personal best.
This doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good cookbook. It’s just
that I look for different things in my cookbooks.
Take the Let’s Bake!
A Pusheen Cookbook by Claire Beldon, for example. (641.815 BEL) I love it because Pusheen (a
fat grey cartoon tabby cat) is adorable and all these recipes revolve around
creating baked goods that resemble Pusheen or one of her friends. Naively, I thought some recipes might be easy
enough for me to try but I underestimated my own culinary incompetence. Still, I love to look at the pictures and
marvel that someone would take the time to craft such adorable edibles. Also, like Pusheen, I would sample all the
wares during the cooking stages until there wasn’t anything left. Bonus: some of the things are too cute to eat, so
looking at them doesn’t even make me hungry! If creative baking and cartoon
cats are your thing, take a look!
The Joy of Cooking by Irma
S. Rombauer (641.5 ROM) first appeared in 1931 and has been hailed as a
classic. My battered copy isn’t quite
that old but a carbon dating of grease stains would probably put it at least 30
years old and maybe more. I love it because it covers the basics of cooking
almost anything, including the weird vegetable I found at the farmers
market. Okay, so my version may never be
the delectable item in the cookbook, but at least I have a theory of what it should taste like.
There are other cookbooks I love just because they are fun and
make me laugh.
The Cracker Kitchen by Janis
Owens (641.5975 OWE) is one of those.
Owens is a novelist and Southerner—specifically a Florida Cracker, a
term she deems descriptive rather than pejorative. Best of all, most every recipe comes with a
story or an observation. Wild game appears on the menu, but I’m with Owens who
says while she doesn’t judge people who eat possum and will still come to your
house if that is what you are serving, but she may pick up a chicken sandwich
on the way. I will also pass on
rattlesnake. But if Strawberry Pretzel salad is on the menu, I will at least
have dessert. Mostly, I just want to read this book because I love her stories.
Pat Conroy did too, and he contributed an introduction. In fact, I’ve seen the
book referred to as a “cookbook memoir” and I wouldn’t dispute that at all.
Peg Bracken’s I Hate to Cook Book (641.5 BRA) is closer
to my own heart. Judge it by the title
alone, if you wish. Bracken doesn’t want
to cook but if she has to she is going to find the easiest way possible. The
book first appeared in 1960, but the recipes still sound great. As Bracken’s
daughter notes in the introduction to the 50th anniversary edition,
at the time the book was written there was not a lot of concern about cream,
butter, etc. except to be sure you didn’t leave it out. The recipes are big on convenience, which I
would love if I actually cooked. They
are also a reflection of the times in many ways: there are many potlucks, full
meals every day and preferably new dishes each time. Bracken displays a genius
for trying to disguise leftovers, use canned soup as sauces, and figure out
ways to bring the easiest possible dish to potlucks. (As the person usually asked to bring plates
and napkins, I feel I have succeeded at this part.) Even if you are a non-cook,
this is a great book for the humor alone.
The other sort of cookbook I like tells me the history of
foods and ingredients. Blue Corn and Chocolate by Elisabeth Rozin
(641.59 ROZ) has recipes but the attraction for me is learning the history
behind them. Europeans found many exotic
new foods in the Americas, but not all were accepted at first. Tomatoes were regarded with deep suspicion,
in fact. Happily for lovers of Italian
sauces, that was overcome. While
thumbing through this book to refresh my memory, I stumbled on a couple of easy
recipes I may just have to try. Yeah, they’re THAT easy.
But I’ll have fresh batteries for the smoke alarms, just in
case.