The first thing that caught my eye in the box on the auction table was a small folded sack with the words “Georgia Cured Bacon” in faded print. I don’t consume pork but I am…
Category: Cooking
Readers ask about bread machine & WWII necklace
Posted in collectibles, Cooking, Home, and Reader questions
I was at an auction recently where I picked up a postcard advertising an upcoming Appraisal Day sponsored by the auction house. It was billed as a “Hunt for Treasure,” one of those events where…
I was expecting to “revisit the past and reminisce about an era that people over the age of 50 remember with fondness” as I entered the hotel space for a nostalgia convention late last week.…
How old fashioned a notion about a woman’s worth, but once it was seen as a fact sanctioned by society and accepted by some women themselves. I see the tangible expressions of that axiom on the…
A shout-out to women on their very own month
Posted in African American women, Art, Black history, Books, Civil War, Cooking, Ephemera/Paper/Documents, and slavery
I was reading an email a few days ago that reminded me that this month was Women’s History Month. Why are people whom society considers marginal given a small piece of the year to spotlight their…
I spotted the nondescript flip-over chalkboard placard first. It resembled so many I had seen outside New York restaurants advertising their menus, and most times, they faded into the sidewalk. This one was a bit…
I watched as two hefty men hauled the big black pot between them and sat it squat on the muddy ground in back of the auction house. As soon as I saw it, a very…
Early TV cooks without a pedigree
Posted in Cooking
When I first saw the cookbook among the items at auction, I thought it was rather quaint. “Cooking with the Experts: Over 400 simple, easy-to-follow, taste-tempting recipes selected by television’s best cooks” It obviously was…
I was on the hunt for a few small plates for meals. Not the dinner plates that I tend to pile high with food just to make sure I fill them to the rim. I…
A couple years ago, on the last day of a trip to a garlic festival with friends in upstate New York, we stopped at a Goodwill (or maybe it was a Salvation Army) to see…