I asked for this cookbook a couple Christmases back because I had fond memories of my Mom cooking from her drip-stained copy of it when I was in junior high. It’s a cookbook we got from the Mormon church, and the backstory on it deserves its own blog entry.
For whatever reason, I never actually cracked it open until this year’s Cookbook of the Month project. As I was flipping through it, I realized two things: one, this cookbook doesn’t really know who its audience is; and two, my Mom didn’t actually cook many recipes from this cookbook. I only recognized a couple things, and the rest were either dead-simple staples or slightly unusual ways to recombine the food from your pantry.
