For my birthday (yes, I’m still talking about that…get over it), my mom sent me a box of gifts. Inside the box were a bunch of Tupperware pieces that rocked my face–I was seriously more happy about the Tupperware than I think should be allowed (teal-colored Tupperware!)–but there was also something in the bottom of the box that made me weepy.
Now granted, this is not a heirloom in the traditional sense of the word, but I’m looking at it as an EVENTUAL heirloom. It is older than I am and I plan on keeping it to give to one of my children (if they show interest). I think it was a wedding gift to my parents, way back in 1980, when my mother was the ripe old age of 15–which makes it about 31 years old. I’ll have to double check those facts, but my mom said “it’s older than you!” when I thanked her. (I’m currently too lazy to get up and double-check the copyright, but I think it was 1972).
I do have a newer copy of this cookbook, which was given to me after Bill & I were engaged. Not much has changed.
But my mom didn’t give me the cookbook because she thought I wanted to try recipes from the 70s, she gave it to me for the goodies inside. Because inside my ‘eventual heirloom’ were tons of handwritten recipes stuck in there by my grandma, my mom and other members of my family. It’s pretty much the most awesome thing ever.
One of the classier recipes? The creatively named Corn Dog Surprise. But don’t joke the Hamburger Dip, it is pretty freaking tasty. I remember my mom making it for a sleepover I had when I was seven. There are also a lot of recipes we are still trying to decipher, a handful of coupons that expired in the early 90s and some old Southern Living recipe booklets.
I am hoping to try some of the recipes and report back, it seems like it would be an interesting side project (because, you know, I don’t have enough to do).
The food photography leaves a lot to be desired in these old 60s/70s cookbooks, that’s for sure.