There has been a bit of a
walk down Nostalgia Lane this week. I’ve
been sorting out old photos and boxes of stuff which have been stored for 20 years and came
across my mother’s recipe book which was started back in the 1930s.
I guess some of the recipes
were written in the book during wartime when ingredients were difficult to get
hold of but one very well used page sets out in childish handwriting (mine) a recipe
for Lemon Meringue Pie. This was the
first thing I learned to cook and it was a Sunday treat. Pastry was made from scratch, a dish properly
lined and the lemon sauce stirred until it boiled. A final note to the recipe
is “1 egg will do but the white on top is not so thick.”
A recipe which caught my eye
made me shudder a bit but again, I suppose needs must during wartime. The title reads “Sliced Heart with Carrots –
enough for 5”. As we were a family of 5,
I probably was served with this particular delicacy – whether I ate it or not
is a different matter as I was a very fussy eater! The ingredients include 3 Sheep's Hearts and dripping,
neither of which have ever featured in my kitchen. The method begins “Wash hearts, cutting away
tubes.” Once stuffed, they have to be
sewn together to keep the stuffing in. I
quite liked the final touch “Parsley or watercress to garnish.”
There are a lot of other
recipes, many of which feature cornflakes so maybe they came off the cereal
packets. Apple Tufrets featured Stork
margarine and had marzipan to decorate, however “If rations won’t stretch to it
this can be left off.”
Another which caught my eye
(and I’m sure it would be delicious) was Fish Mould! I know what the recipe meant but it doesn’t
exactly conjure up an appetising dish.
My problem now is, what do I
do with the recipe book.
Oh, how lovely. I'm sure one of the family will treasure it for the future.
ReplyDeleteI was once served heart when I went to stay with a schoolfriend. I think they might have been lambs' hearts as we had one each -stuffed and braised in gravy, they were delicious, though I was quite startled to be served one. I was an extremely polite child who'd eat pretty well anything, so I just tucked in.