My mother collected recipes the same way I collect doll clothes patterns. It’s the same obsession, just focused differently. Yes, I had great training in the obsessive arts.
Mother had three recipe boxes. When she outgrew one, she moved to another, and so we see eras of recipes – ‘30s and ‘40s, ‘50s and ‘60s, ‘70s and ‘80s.
And then there were the drawers of recipes. She devoted one drawer in the kitchen to recipes, and among those I even found a poem she had saved about the obsession to clip and save recipes, even when you know you’ll never try them. Moving to the basement we found yet another drawer totally filled with recipes and booklets from bygone eras. (Totally cool if you like vintage.)
When we cleaned out the old family home (25 years ago), I scooped those loose recipes into a box and took them home so that I could work through them at my leisure. Eventually I tossed a lot of it. You know, you can’t keep it all, and some of it, such as undated newspaper clippings, I didn’t find interesting. But now, having reduced it to the meaningful, I have a file folder full of wonderful – and sometimes wonderfully odd – recipes.
Chicken Fried Hot Dogs
1 package wieners
crushed potato chips
Coat wieners with mayo and roll in crushed chips.
Bake at 350 for 20-30 minutes.
(From Ethel Robinson, my dad's sister)