New challenges arise for those of us who are in the habit of eating out frequently. Of course there is still takeout, but perhaps this catastrophe will give us pause to consider the ancient art of cooking. It’s a worthwhile distraction as we wait this out, provided we can get the raw materials. (My store was totally out of eggs and flour yesterday).
A memory pops into my head of a humble cookbook, sitting forgotten in my kitchen cupboard alongside Betty Crocker, one of my best friends. Somewhere in the 1960’s the Ladies’ Aid of the First English Lutheran Church, in my husband’s Minnesota farm country hometown, put this tiny red gem together. It’s light on veggie recipes, but oh, the meatballs and sugar cookies! And that rhubarb custard pie! It concludes with a recipe for making your very own lutefisk. What could be more enticing?
I’m hankering for gingersnaps, and there it is, a recipe from Mrs. Nels E. Carlson. Crisp Ginger Cookies. No baking time or temperature is given, but I’ll wing it. So I whip them up in a flash. They do not disappoint! I love you, Mrs. Carlson! I’ll bet your family loved you too, especially when you made these.. Somewhere in the 1960’s the Ladies’ Aid of the First English Lutheran Church, in my husband’s Minnesota farm country hometown, put this tiny red gem together. It’s light on veggie recipes, but oh, the meatballs and sugar cookies! And that rhubarb custard pie! It concludes with a recipe for making your very own lutefisk. What could be more enticing?
