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Little Blue Book

IMAG0639I have been looking for my little blue notebook for a very long time. I love notebooks. When I was thirteen I read The Diary of Anne Frank and got my first diary with a tiny little lock and key. It was all very precious, and I don’t think I wrote much in it. In High School, my best friend Laura gave me a journal that I still have, and that was the beginning of my journal/notebook collecting. I have so many, and I think all my friends know about this, so I often get lovely journals as gifts, to add to the collection of those I buy for myself. When I was in college at NYU there was a Brentano’s nearby on 8th Street that I frequented, and where I bought my little blue book. I didn’t use this as a journal, but as a place to keep and record recipes. This was way before computers, smart phones, digital cameras etc. This was back in the day when we wrote stuff down.

Anyway, I’ve had this book since then, and over the years have continued to use it, refer to it, and add things to it, from items cut from newspapers to my own scribbling about food I’ve made, party menus and other food related things. Unfortunately, I can’t find it. I’ve looked, and looked, and though I feel certain I’ve seen it since I’ve moved into my present home, I have no idea where, and so, for the moment I can’t put my hands on it, and I’d really like to find it. It is most emphatically not a journal. It is a chronicle of my history in food over the past thirty plus years.

One of the items in that book are the details of a meal I cooked when my college roommate Debbie’s mother came to visit. We had a few people over, and I went to Chinatown to shop for the Chinese banquet I prepared. Though the meal overall was a success, it was simultaneously the moment of my worst culinary disaster! One of the dishes I prepared (in fact the only one I specifically recall) was something called Lion’s Head Meatballs. You make a large pork meatball, and serve it over shredded cabbage meant to represent the lion’s mane. Well anyway when I served them they had a horrible taste of ammonia, and I was mortified- in fact that is pretty much all I recall of the meal. It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized what had happened- I was looking in the fridge for the cornstarch (we kept everything in the fridge to discourage bugs) and I pulled out the yellow box of what I thought was cornstarch, and as I was going to use it, I realized I had taken out the box of baking soda we used to absorb odors, and which had been serving that purpose for about two years, and which had certainly been the source of the meatball issue…EWWWW!

Dinner at EightI have loads of cookbooks, and continue to accumulate more. I have nice big accordion recipe file given to me for my 30th birthday, by someone who lovingly decorated it for me. Dinner at Eight was the name of the catering business I ran from my tiny Upper West Side apartment kitchen. I have filled it with articles, recipes and notes on food, but I still want to locate my blue book.
A few years before she died my mother gave each of my siblings and me boxes filled with photos and such she had divvied up for us. Included in one of my boxes was a small notebook kept by my maternal great grandmother with notes about dinner parties she had hosted, including guest lists and menus. I also have the menu from a party thrown for my grandparents on the SS Columbus in January of 1929, several months before the stock market crash of October 1929 when my grandfather infamously lost all his and several other people’s money, but that’s another story. I cherish my family’s and my own culinary history the way some people cherish their family’s quilts, or cradles, or teapots. I want to preserve these things so that in thirty or forty years my grandchildren can look at the collection I have passed on to my daughter, and they can marvel at the ways we ate, the way I am amazed at the number of courses my great grandmother served at a party at home. So you can see how important it is that I find my little blue book.

 

(This is a reprise of a post first published in July 2013)
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  • July 12, 2013 - 12:21 pm

    Deb - Your little blue book reminds me of Ilene Beckerman’s “Love, Loss, and What I Wore”. What she did with memories of her outfits could be done with recipes and menus! Both are lovely ways to chronicle the passage of life’s time.ReplyCancel

    • July 12, 2013 - 12:22 pm

      nlowell2013 - That’s exactly what I was thinking of, but couldn’t recall the name of the book despite a few searches.ReplyCancel

  • July 13, 2013 - 10:17 am

    Erin Owen - We have a similar binder full of our most often used recipes and find we use it much more often than any of the cookbooks on the shelf in our kitchen. So sorry you can’t find your little blue book, but find it fascinating that you do have your great grandmother’s notes from her dinner parties!ReplyCancel

  • April 9, 2015 - 1:24 pm

    Peggy Gilbey - Ouch, that is a big treasure misplaced. Really hope you find your little Blue Book!ReplyCancel

  • August 1, 2016 - 8:05 am

    Lost and Found » Chefs Last Diet - […] while ago I wrote about my blue notebook and my inability to find it, and this weekend I found it. I found it between two larger books […]ReplyCancel

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