...not really!
Over the break, I was perusing Barbara's (aka my mother) cookbook shelf which is located in one of the kitchen cupboards, when I found a long lost treasure: Peg Bracken's I Hate to Cook Book. This tiny tome, a mainstay from the 1960s convenience kitchen, is probably the beginning of my cookbook collection. My grandmother gave it to me when I was in high school or college, but I had misplaced it and couldn't find it anywhere. How it ended up in Tulsa, I'll never know.
The book was originally a gift to my grandmother from my mom's cousin Annie during a stay in Pecos, TX during the summer of 1964. Strangely enough, the New York Times published a story about Peg Bracken, her four marriages and the success of this strange little book just a couple of weeks ago. Ms. Bracken just passed late last year, her obituary is here.
Over the break, I was perusing Barbara's (aka my mother) cookbook shelf which is located in one of the kitchen cupboards, when I found a long lost treasure: Peg Bracken's I Hate to Cook Book. This tiny tome, a mainstay from the 1960s convenience kitchen, is probably the beginning of my cookbook collection. My grandmother gave it to me when I was in high school or college, but I had misplaced it and couldn't find it anywhere. How it ended up in Tulsa, I'll never know.The book was originally a gift to my grandmother from my mom's cousin Annie during a stay in Pecos, TX during the summer of 1964. Strangely enough, the New York Times published a story about Peg Bracken, her four marriages and the success of this strange little book just a couple of weeks ago. Ms. Bracken just passed late last year, her obituary is here.
