Do you ever just have one of those days? Days where nothing goes right, where you burn things that aren’t supposed to be burnt? Where you don’t cook a custard long enough for it to set? Then the custard flows out of the bottom of the tart pan and onto every shelf in your refrigerator? Hmmm…No? Well, yesterday was certainly one of those days for me.
I’m very into all things vintage so I was beyond excited to get this book in the mail from my mother.
It’s chock full of sound advice like this…”Planning, preparing and serving meals is an art which develops through inspiration and thought. And meal planning is really fun! It may look difficult to the beginner, but like driving a car, swimming, or anything we learn to do without thought or conscious effort, it is a skill which grows easier with doing.”
I think it’s hardly a coincidence that my first post falls during National Chocolate Chip Cookie week. It’s really a symbol of American home life. Even if your mother never made you a chocolate chip cookie you can’t help but feel full of homey comfort as soon as you’ve taken a bite. I’ve yet to meet someone who doesn’t like a chocolate chip cookie. My husband, who has absolutely NO sweet tooth, can often be found in the corners of our kitchen shoving them down at a disturbing pace.