Yesterday, Chris and I rearranged our bedroom. As a result, we had enough room to add a small bookcase, which we then went out and bought at Home Depot. I already knew part of what I wanted to keep in this bookcase: our wedding photos, and most of our cookbooks. You see, our cookbooks have been kept in a drawer in our kitchen. Our Better Homes and Gardens cookbook sits at the top, and I rarely look at any of the books beneath it. Because we'd had to empty out our kitchen cupboards, I'd discovered a few of the cookbooks that I hardly even realised we owned (especially ones that we got as wedding presents and for Christmas). I decided that I needed to put these books out somewhere where I would see them and use them.
As I was arranging these books, Chris discovered that he'd also put several cookbooks in his desk. These ones were from a friend of ours from church, an older lady who hardly cooks anymore. Some of these books belonged to her mother.
And that's how I discovered that we own what appears to be a first edition of Mary Margaret McBride's Encyclopedia of Cooking, published in 1959. It's missing most of the cover and first couple of pages, but it's huge. It bears a strong resemblance to a phone book from a large city. It's actually about a gazillion cookbooks in one, each named as such: "Meals for Two Cookbook," "Meat Cookbook," "Older Folks' Food Guide."
So fun. I don't know how I'll ever get work done, when I can explore this fantastic book. This is going to be fascinating.
(By the way, as soon as there's a bit of extra money rattling around, I'm so purchasing the 75th anniversary edition of The Joy of Cooking. I was coveting it at the bookstore this weekend. And now I just discovered that it's on sale at Amazon. Dangerous.)