Nostalgia, Comfort, Tradition: An Interview With Alicia Freile About the Vintage Cookbook That Continues to Resonate Sixty Years Later

From the portfolio “Folk Art of Rural Pennsylvania”, c. 1939. The National Gallery of Art

Who’s to know when a recipe is created or a cookbook is compiled, how far it will travel? Who’s to know how many decades it will resonate? How many generations it will engage? And how many people it will connect?

Not even the best book editors in the world or the most sophisticated algorithms could predict such specific trajectories at the time a cookbook makes its publishing debut.  Sure, there are generalizations and speculations, assumptions, and averages of how many people might be reached and might be interested and might purchase, but no one can predict fate, especially when it comes to food. And certainly no one, human or machine, can accurately pinpoint the moment of magical alchemy when a cook connects with a recipe in such a way that they continue to make it for days and decades after.  

Great recipes travel far. We all know that. But what happens when an old cookbook long forgotten by many but still lovingly remembered by one goes out of print? Does its ability to travel far and wide end? Do the recipes fade away into oblivion? Are the foods forgotten and the memories of them reduced to a murky and muddled sense of time remembered long ago?

In today’s blog post, we are discussing the trajectory of one regional American cookbook published in 1962, and how it was brought back to life in 2025 by a woman living on the opposite side of the world. You’ll learn the midcentury story behind the original cookbook, the type of food that made it a treasured cuisine in America, and the motivations that brought it back into the spotlight again today so that a new generation can experience and enjoy it. 

At the heart of this story, you’ll meet Ruth and Laurin and Alicia, three women separated by six states, three continents, and sixty years of life, but all equally responsible for the legacy of one long-ago book and the recipes in it.

Photo courtesy of The Vicksburg Post, November 10th, 1966

It all starts in the mid-20th century in the American South, when Ruth Neill and Laurin Stamm got together in Vicksburg, Mississippi, in 1962 to create a cookbook. The book was for a holiday bazaar fundraiser held at a local church the week after Thanksgiving. Close in age at the time, thirty-year-old Ruth and twenty-nine-year-old Laurin had a lot in common. They were both college-educated with creative majors in design (Ruth) and journalism (Laurin). Both had young families to care for. And both shared an enthusiastic love of food and their Vicksburg community.

No strangers to cookbook committees throughout their lives, when the theme for the 1962 Holy Trinity Episcopal Church Holiday Bazaar was selected as Pennsylvania Dutch, the two women joined forces to organize a fitting cookbook for the event. With recipes collected from Ruth’s Philadelphia friends and their respective families, along with three dozen recipes included from local Vicksburg kitchens, Ruth and Laurin’s cookbook, simply titled Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking, was ready for the festivities. With a limited print run of 100 copies, it contained all the traditional favorites that represented this regional style of cooking. 

Image courtesy of the Vicksburg Post, November 1962

Both Laurin and Ruth were well-known socially in the Vicksburg community. Laurin was the food editor of the Vicksburg Post, a position she would hold for 58 years before finally retiring in 2011. Ruth was a celebrated hostess and interior decorator known for her gourmet flair, sociable personality, and active participation in community events. The recipes they collected for their book reflected their combined love for food and culture, and featured all the traditional old-world favorites popular in the Lancaster County and Lehigh Valley regions of Pennsylvania. Heritage recipes that were brought from Switzerland and Germany as immigrants settled the area, Pennsylvania Dutch food became inextricably connected with the local Amish and Mennonite communities who were faithful to the culinary roots of their homeland and made from-scratch desserts, breads, jams, jellies, and other sweets for the tourist trade in Lancaster.

A vintage postcard from Lancaster, Pennsylvania circa 1959

To fit with the Bazaar’s theme, Pennsylvania Dutch hex signs and traditionally costumed characters and sayings (kissen wears out… cookin’ don’t) decorated the cookbook’s cover and the interior pages. Classic Pennsylvania Dutch recipes included Shoo-fly Pie, Pepper Pot, Sauerbraten, all types of fritters, coffee cake, doughnuts, and an assortment of pickled vegetables and relishes. Exotic foods like Hog Maw, Liver Noodles, Scrapple, and Souse introduced Vicksburg locals at the Bazaar to the lesser-known delicacies of Pennsylvania Dutch cooking and illustrated the cuisine’s underlying waste-free thriftiness in using all parts of the animal. Just a few days before the Bazaar opened, an article in The Vicksburg Post encouraged locals to purchase the cookbooks early, due to limited supply.

The original cover of Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking circa 1962

Published by Dutchcraft Company in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, a printing house that specialized in local PA Dutch memorabilia and paper ephemera including postcards and recipe booklets, Ruth and Laurin’s cookbook exuded a humble, homemade sensibility. Made solely for sale at the 1962 bazaar, it didn’t include all the traditional publishing hallmarks that would easily identify its history in later decades. There were no author’s names or copyright dates. Laurin and Ruth’s names did not appear anywhere in the book, nor was credit given to Ruth’s friend, Carl Shaffer, who supplied some brief history on Pennsylvania Dutch culture and cooking for the introduction. There was no publication date listed nor any mention of the Holy Trinity Church or the holiday bazaar in Vicksburg, Mississippi. It was simply, as stated on the title page, a collection of “Proven Recipes for Traditional Pennsylvania Dutch Foods.” Accolades and recognition were not included.

Meet Alicia!

Several decades later, several states away, in a second-hand book stall at a flea market in her hometown of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, teenager Alicia Freile spotted Laurin and Ruth’s 1962 cookbook. Not knowing then that this slim book would come to hold significant meaning for her decades later, it wasn’t until Alicia moved halfway around the world that Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking became synonymous in her mind with childhood memories and hometown nostalgia. So much so that in 2025, working as a design director at a publishing company in Australia, herself an enthusiastic baker, married, and the mother of a young son, she decided to reprint it.

Over the summer, I caught up with Alicia via interview to discuss the cookbook in detail and her reasons for introducing it back into the culinary landscape once again.

Sights around Lancaster include picturesque cityscapes and farmlands. Photos courtesy of Bryce Webster, Benjamin R., Stephen Crane, Kristyn Lapp, Jerrye & Roy Klotz. and Carol M. Highsmith.

ITVK: Tell us a little bit about how you came to know the cookbook, Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking, and why you decided to reprint it?

AF: When I was a teenager in Lancaster, PA, I worked at a touristy flea market right in the heart of the Amish Country. My job was basically selling junk to tourists!  I got to know various stall holders… some were Amish and sold handmade brooms or baked goods. Some were retirees who wanted to fill their time, and they sold second-hand books about the Pennsylvania German region. I remember seeing this little book and loving the cover illustrations. (I have a big love for folk art!) 

Fast forward to 2025, and I happened upon the book’s manuscript online, and it sparked that memory of my teen years. I searched the book and found a few copies on eBay, but it was clear the book was out of print. Out of curiosity, I looked up the book on Amazon and saw several copies for sale. I clicked on each one, and none of them were properly designed! Being a long-time book designer, I could tell they simply dumped the entire manuscript into the file and hit ‘publish’.

This sweet little book deserved better than that. So I decided to create a new, annotated version of this lovely cookbook. I replicated the original design (almost) exactly, retained the fun illustrations, and kept the original text as it was. But I added some things too! I added annotations that would be helpful to modern cooks, included tips about best options for ingredients, and I created measurement conversion tables and a glossary at the back of the book. All these things are intended to make using the cookbook easier.

Alicia Freile’s 2025 reprint of Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking

ITVK; If you could describe Pennsylvania Dutch cooking in just three words, what would you say?

AF: Nostalgia. Comfort. Tradition.

ITVK: Why do you think Pennsylvania Dutch cooking has remained largely local to the mid-Atlantic region instead of spreading across the country in a more universal fashion like Tex-Mex or Southern food?

AF: Hmmm, that’s a good question. I think people, outside of Pennsylvania, often regard this type of cooking as tourist food. As in, what you eat when you tour the Pennsylvania German region. A few years ago, I lived in Tennessee and I was really happy to find Lebanon Bologna and Scrapple in the local supermarket. (Lebanon Bologna is not in the book. It’s a spiced, peppery lunch meat that is wonderful with cheese on toast. Scrapple is in the book, and quite popular across the Philadelphia area too.)

ITVK: What is your most favorite recipe in the cookbook and why?

AF: I love baking and anything apple-flavored so it’s got to be the Apple Dumplings. I love the recipe because it is simple, with few ingredients, easy enough to make, and is the ultimate comfort food.

ITVK: Are there any misconceptions about Pennsylvania Dutch cooking that you’d like to address?

AF: Yes! That it’s way more than just Shoo-Fly Pie and Whoopie Pies. So many sweets and lovely baked goods, but some nice savories too.

A vintage postcard featuring Shoofly Pie

ITVK: What recipe would you recommend trying first for a home cook new to this style of cooking?

AF: It’s a toss-up between the Corn Pudding and the Apple Butter. They are both easy and have minimal ingredients. Corn Pudding is so nice to have with Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner. We’re getting into Winter here in Australia, and I plan to make it for my family. A nice warmer when it’s chilly out!

The Apple Butter is also a winner. And sadly, that is the one I would struggle to make here because it calls for Apple Cider, which isn’t available here. 

ITVK: Given that the cookbook is 65 years old, are there any recipes in the book that no longer seem to fit or relate to our modern palates? 

AF: Hmmmm, maybe the Liver Noodles. Eating liver now just isn’t as popular as it was in the 1960s. 

ITVK: Did you encounter any challenges or surprises while recreating the recipes from the book?

AF: In designing them, no. But in reading through the cookbook’s text, I quickly realized many recipe details really needed to be clarified for anyone using this book. For example, there is a recipe for Carrot Marmalade and it contains nuts. But the original recipe doesn’t say what kind of nuts. I wanted to keep the recipe text authentic to the original edition, so I added an annotation for that recipe advising the nuts traditionally used in this recipe are walnuts or almonds. There are lots of annotations in the book like this… little notes to help clarify an ingredient, a cooking time, etc. Oh, and I was really surprised that Shoo-Fly Pie was in the Doughnuts Chapter, when there is a whole Pies chapter that it could be in. But staying true to the book, I left it where it was and made sure I included an index for easy reference.

ITVK: How did you arrive at the decision not to include photos of the recipes in your cookbook? 

AF: There were a couple factors that went into my decision not to add photos to the book. First, I really wanted to keep this book as authentic as possible. When I think of an intended reader, I’m envisioning someone who maybe came across this book earlier in life and remembers it. I wanted to ensure the book I make available to that person is as authentic as possible to the original book, which didn’t include photos.

Second, I wanted to keep this little book affordable for readers. Adding photographs would have required full-color printing and therefore would have increased the price point. 

ITVK: Is this style of cooking part of your family heritage? If so, do you hope it will continue into future generations of your family?

AF: It is. And you know what, I didn’t really realize that so many of the dishes my mom made were actually Pennsylvania Dutch dishes. I guess I just thought they were standard American foods. My mom’s side of the family are German descent and they have been in Pennsylvania a very long time, so it makes sense these dishes would be on our table. 

As for cooking these dishes into the future for my family, I will continue the tradition with some of them. Particularly the baked goods as my whole family has a sweet tooth. But I don’t see myself preparing something like Souse, which calls for pigs feet in this cookbook. And I definitely don’t see my kid eating it!

ITVK: Do you have a favorite family memory surrounding one of the recipes in the book?

AF: Yes, the Pennsylvania Dutch Sour Cherry Pie. I remember going cherry picking in Lancaster County with my mom, sister and grandfather. It was especially exciting because I was allowed to climb the ladder to pick the cherries, and I loved climbing anything as a child. I recall eating one of the cherries off the tree and being surprised at how tart it was. But then they are baked into a lovely pie (thanks to quite a bit of sugar — and my mom added butter too), and it was delicious.

Vintage Pennsylvania Dutch cherry pie postcard circa 1992

ITVK: Tell us a little bit about your cooking style/journey. Who taught you how to cook? Have Pennsylvania Dutch-style recipes influenced the meals you make or the way in which you like to cook today for your friends and family? And if so, how? 

AF: I have to say that I’m more of a baker than I am a cook. There is something very relaxing about the process of baking a cake, cookies, pie, bread, etc. It’s sort of my Zen. And I learned how to bake from my mom, who made wonderful pies: apple, peach, sour cherry, and blueberry. 

I think the Pennsylvania Dutch-style recipes have influenced my cooking a little bit, but not hugely. I love making some of the soup recipes on a cold winter day. Or the Apple Dumplings for a special treat for my family. To me, that is one of the iconic Lancaster County recipes.

ITVK: Tell us a little bit about growing up in Lancaster, what brought you to Australia, and how do food, life, and cooking differ between the US and Australia. 

AF: Lancaster was a very special place when I was a child. It’s gotten more developed over the years and many of the family farms that existed when I was a child are now filled with new houses or shopping malls. Our house had a family farm right behind it, and the farmer grew feed corn. I remember watching the stalks grow over the months, from my bedroom window. That cornfield is now a large office complex… that was a sad change. 

Alicia with her sister

Being in Lancaster back then, we all were acquainted with the Amish. We would sometimes buy ears of corn from an Amish farm, and many of my mom’s friends had Amish cleaning ladies. Apparently they were cheaper than a non-Amish cleaning lady… you just had to drive them to and from your house. 

Our local shopping center had hitching posts for any Amish customers who arrived in their horse and buggies. And today, Lancaster’s Costco has hitching posts too!

As for moving to Australia… it happened because I was in England first, actually. In college, I did a semester abroad in the UK and I loved it. I made it a mission to go back there and live, which wasn’t easy to organize. The best I could do was a sixth-month student visa after I graduated from college. So I did that and worked at a soccer-themed restaurant in London. And several Australians worked there too and I became friends with them. So then, I just had to see Australia!

Love blooms in The Land Down Under

I visited Australia for a 3-week vacation and loved it. So when it was time to apply to graduate schools, Australia was top of the list. I moved to Sydney almost 20 years ago to get my masters, and ended up meeting my (Australian) husband there. And in addition to Sydney, I’ve gotten to live in Canberra (the capitol) and Brisbane, where I am now. 

View from Alicia’s balcony, where wild parrots come to visit!

Life does differ a bit between the US and Australia. Most Australians live in the big cities, whereas Americans live in big cities and small towns. But much of Australia is desert and it wouldn’t be easy living there. It also means we have limited supply of space for homes, so house prices are quite high here. Australia has a bigger part-time working culture, and this is especially appreciated by parents. We also have 4 weeks of vacation time, if you work at a salaried job. The US doesn’t really align with this.

Life as a family is different too. The school year is broken up into 4 terms and there is a 2 week break between each term. Which means all the parents need to scramble to find something to keep their kids occupied in the 2 weeks. My son plays Cricket and Aussie Rules Football. If we were in the US, he would probably be playing baseball. For us, Friday Night Lights mean the Friday evening cricket match, surrounded by palm trees. Very different to Lancaster County, where I grew up!

Food! Well, the fruits and veggies are so fresh since they’re mainly grown here. Lots of crops are up in Queensland, where I live. However, if there is a cyclone that damages crops one season, it’s really expensive and difficult to buy that fruit or vegetable. This happened when I was first in Australia. Bananas cost a fortune due to a cyclone causing crop loss. I promised to make someone banana bread, and I followed through, but that was the most expensive banana bread I ever made!

A food lover on all fronts, in this photo Alicia is celebrating the Spanish tradition of eating twelve grapes on New Year’s Eve.

Other differences: Australians put a slice of beetroot / beets on their burgers. Every suburb has a local butcher and a fruit and veg shop. And the butcher carries a wonderful selection of sausages, which are meant for lunch and dinner. Breakfast sausage isn’t really a thing here. Peanut butter isn’t very popular here, but lots of people like Vegemite on their bread or toast. (Vegemite is a thick, dark brown spread made from leftover brewer’s yeast. And it’s meant to be used VERY sparingly!)

ITVK: In Australia today, is there an avid interest in Pennsylvania Dutch recipes or in American recipes in general?

AF: Yes, definitely an interest in American recipes. I’ve designed cookbooks for the Australian market and have seen so many recipes that pay homage to American dishes. As for Pennsylvania Dutch cooking, I’d say that is less well-known here in Australia. Though I do recall a few years ago Whoopie Pies were all the rage here!

ITVK: Why was it important to you to reprint an old cookbook?

AF: I love old things. And I want other people to be able to enjoy them too. For this book in particular, I knew it was out of print so if someone wanted it, they had to look at a used bookstore, or eBay, maybe a local thrift store if they were lucky. But there aren’t a heap of copies around. I wanted anyone who wanted an authentic copy to be able to easily get one. This version is the closest one you’ll find to the original. And I’m proud of that.

ITVK: If you could travel back in time and meet the women who wrote the original cookbook, what would you like to know about them?

AF: Oh, what a treat that would be! I would ask them what other cookbooks and recipes are their favorites. The 1960s had some really wild recipes. (So many unexpected things molded into gelatin, for example!) I would love to know what other cookbooks they had on their shelves.

ITVK: Do you have any future plans to reprint other vintage or antique cookbooks?

AF: Yes, I have a few additional cookbooks I’m considering. The cookbooks I choose need to have plenty of recipes that will appeal to modern cooks. (And eaters!) And I’m always aiming for that nostalgia factor… a cookbook that brings back good childhood memories.

An illustration from Alicia’s annotated edition of Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking.

When it comes to the complete life story of a vintage cookbook, I think this one is remarkable. That it has traveled over 8600 miles in six decades is a feat in and of itself. That it has engaged at least three generations from then to now and connected three women across sixty-four years is noteworthy in the most delightful of ways. That Alicia didn’t veer from its original content and layout in order to keep its nostalgic aesthetic intact is admirable.

The parallels between all these women of the cookbook are magical too. Laurin and Alicia are both tied to jobs in the publishing industry. Ruth and Alicia share a combined study of art and design. Ruth was photographed in the local Vicksburg newspaper in 1962 alongside her young son as he helped decorate for the Holiday Bazaar. Alicia, not knowing anything about Ruth and her boy, sent a photo of herself pictured with her young son enjoying a cup of French fries.

And the final cherry on this similarity cake of a cookbook… Ruth and Laurin published Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking just in time for the holiday bazaar held on November 29th, 1962. Alicia published her annotated reprint of the cookbook just before Christmas on December 23rd, 2025. Both books debuted during the holiday season, almost exactly 63 years apart. Alicia didn’t know all this backstory about the original authors of the cookbook. She didn’t know about Laurin or Ruth, Carl or Vicksburg, Mississippi. When she re-discovered the book in 2025, it was in the public domain, and all it said next to the copyright information was that the author and the publication date were unknown.

And yet here they all are. Ruth, Laurin, Alicia. All three, now knowingly connected in more ways than one. 

Ruth eventually left Vicksburg and opened a wine and cheese shop in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, while also pursuing an interior design career. The mother of two children, she later remarried and became a stepmom to four more kids before eventually moving to Washington State, where she lived for the rest of her life. She passed away in July 2021, at the age of 89.

Ruth outside of her wine and cheese shop with business partner, Bill Allen. Photo courtesy of The Vicksburg Post, June 28, 1978.

Laurin remained the food editor at the Vicksburg Post for 58 years, never once missing her weekly column despite raising five kids and remaining very active in her community. Upon leaving the Vicksburg Post, she published a cookbook of favorite recipes from her newspaper days. Just a few years after Laurin retired, she passed away from Alzheimer’s in 2016 at the age of 83. 

Laurin still writing the food column in 2000 and still writing about holiday events at Holy Trinity Church.

So now we know. 

When it comes to the questions… who’s to know when a recipe is created or a cookbook is compiled, how far it will travel? Who’s to know how many decades it will resonate? How many generations it will engage? And how many people it will connect? We can say, in this case, we have all the answers. It’s over 8,651 miles; it’s six decades; it’s three generations; and it’s at least four women. 

From the portfolio “Folk Art of Rural Pennsylvania”, c. 1939. The National Gallery of Art.

When I discovered this Pennsylvania folk art image by chance in the archives of the National Gallery of Art while putting this post together, I was immediately struck by the similarity between the painting and the story of the Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking book. In the birds, I saw Ruth and Laurin in 1962 on the left and I saw Alicia in 2025 in the bird on the right. I noticed how the birds looked at one another, face to face, like equals with the shared heart between them. If Ruth and Laurin and Alicia could all meet together today, I bet they’d look at each other in exactly the same way. Eye to eye. Heart to heart. The only thing that separates the birds in the painting is the infinity symbol. But that’s not a separator at all. An infinity symbol is a continuous loop, and that’s what the cookbook and this whole story represent – a continuous loop of regional recipes that wind their way around history. A continuous loop that connects three women to one cookbook. That connects Lancaster, Pennsylvania to Vicksburg, Mississippi to Brisbane, Australia. That connects the past to the present.

All this is thanks to Alicia and her commitment to remain true to the book’s original contents. In doing so, she remained true to the tradition of Pennsylvania Dutch cooking, to the comfort of familiar family recipes passed down through generations, and to nostalgia itself, that wonderful feeling that never requires any modern-day alterations.

Cheers to Laurin and Ruth for creating a local cookbook that unintentionally grew international legs, to Alicia for printing her passion and keeping these regional Pennsylvania Dutch recipes afloat for a new generation to experience, and to the cooking community at large for sharing stories and traditional recipes that last a lifetime. And longer.

Learn more about Alicia on her website here. Find her cookbook available here. And sign up for our weekly In The Vintage Kitchen shop newsletter here to receive a complimentary recipe from Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking coming soon.

The Colonial Kitchen Garden Then and Now

The gardens of Historic Williamsburg Virginia.

Time, nostalgia, and then necessity. In that order. Those were the key factors that determined how gardens in America were grown in the mid-1700s. By that point, the pilgrims had long landed, settlers were four generations into life in the New World, and creating an independent society was on everyone’s minds.

An 18th century painting of New Milford, CT.

Despite the idea of pastoral food plots, of self-sufficiency, of larders full of carefully tended, joyfully grown vegetables, the reality, surprisingly was that many working-class 18th-century families did not have time to waste cultivating the land into mounds of gorgeous gardens.

Even though garden pests were much fewer in those days than they are today, gardening was still a risky endeavor in the mid-18th century. One bug or one beetle or one dry spell could wipe out an entire season or two of manual labor. Time lost during a century when almost everything was handmade and hand-touched could result in cataclysmic results not only for individuals but also for families, communities, and even the burgeoning nation.

In the centuries before Miracle-Gro and sprinkler systems and lawn mowers, before electric clippers and garden hoses, soil amendments, and genetically modified seeds that were practically guaranteed to grow, gardening was a risky business. And not all were willing to gamble. Since the colonial mindset valued efficiencies and effectiveness, one’s time was much better spent building a building, or a family, or the constitution instead of raising food gardens that may or may not result in something edible. And that really wasn’t the point of gardening back then anyway.

Painting by Edward Hicks titled the Home of David Twining, 1787

The mid-18th century diet, most accurately studied by researchers at Colonial Williamsburg, was almost entirely made up of animal proteins. Surprisingly, just 10% of the foods they consumed came from vegetables. When colonists abandoned the idea of growing their own food because of time, space, or temerity, they turned to local farms to purchase what little plant roughage they consumed.

The vegetable gardens at Moniticello.
Photo of the gardens at Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello by Billy Hathorn

Those farms, with the ability, the space, the manpower, and the elite lifestyle to afford a garden in all its splendors and failures were generally ones of upper-class wealth. For this affluent sector, gardening was a matter of refinement and intellectual interest. They could absorb the costs of failed planting endeavors or reap the financial rewards of a fruitful season either way. They also had access to education for leisurely study and experimentation, something not often afforded to the working class.

One of the best examples of early American gardening on a large-scale level is Thomas Jefferson’s Virginian home, Monticello. With an avid interest in horticulture, 5,000 acres to play with and a net worth equal to $284 million dollars today, Jefferson was able to explore the world of gardening from all angles. He made copious amounts of notes and drawings regarding what, where, why and how his gardens were growing…

While it’s fascinating to go through Thomas Jefferson’s notes in order to understand his thought process, methodology, and relationship to innovations we take for granted today, one of the facts that I found most fascinating while researching colonial gardens is not something that can be linked to a specific concept or a system or even a person. It’s much more individualistic. What I learned is that stylistically, all gardens in America from the very beginning were driven by and inspired by nostalgia. And many people’s nostalgia at that.

Painting of forget-me-nots with goblet by Leon Bonvin, 1863

As new settlers immigrated from other countries and other continents throughout the 18th and 19th centuries, they brought with them memories of their parent’s garden, their grandparent’s garden, and perhaps even their own garden that they left behind. A desire to replicate this specific sense of familiarity meant that gardens were not created in America but in fact, recreated, from replicas of what these settlers once knew before in their home countries. Memories of ancestral orchards, ancient hedgerows, favorite flowers, fruiting vines, and heritage foods all acted as springboards for the first wave of garden preferences when it came to shapes, designs, content, color palettes, and layouts for gardeners in the New World. Those longings for other familiar places and spaces were what founded the very ideas of what a garden should and could look like here in America.

Since maintaining a garden was both a status symbol and a sign of wealth, gardens of the 18th century came in two basic styles… cottage gardens and farm gardens. Cottage gardens were small patches of land grown specifically for vegetables, herbs, and flowers with a purpose. Ornamental flowers were not often grown in these petite patches as they were considered frivolous time wasters.

Farm gardens, on the other hand, were the ones cultivated on bigger stretches of land adorned with numerous outbuildings, an ample number of workers, and dedicated areas for kitchen work, pleasure gardening, dairy operations, and large-scale croplands. Organized, efficient, and tidy, farm gardens leaned towards formal decorative designs inspired by European gardening techniques and aesthetics. Most often they were dotted with topiary tree, ornamental flowers, exotic plants, manicured bushes, and lined with brick or crushed sea shell pathways. Attractive garden structures in all shapes and sizes added the finishing touch to ensure picturesque vantage points. Even in the new days of the New World, history bloomed in the garden from other centuries, other places, other pasts. And from those two garden styles forward we never really varied in what we decided constituted an American garden.

The colonial garden that is beginning to emerge in the front and back yard of our 1750s-era house is one of both history and purpose. In an effort to be as self-sustainable as possible we are growing fruit, vegetables, and herbs for cooking, and flowers for fun. While we are not following the formality of hedged colonial gardens, but instead opting for a more cottage garden approach, I am intent on only growing heirloom varieties for an old-fashioned aesthetic and a pretty dose of historic storytelling from the ground up. Here are a few ways we are incorporating history from three centuries into the garden of our 272-year old house…

Heirloom Seeds

With the exception of one newly invented pepper plant developed by the Chile Pepper Institute in New Mexico, and two flats of marigolds and nasturtiums purchased from our local nursery, in this year’s garden, we are growing everything from seed, using only heirloom varietals of fruit, flowers, and vegetables.

Okra, brandywine tomatoes and bush beans growing up and out!

We were a bit late in seed starting since we didn’t move into our house until April, but so far we have tomatoes, zucchini, peas, beans, carrots, herbs, okra and lettuce growing up in the garden. As of today, the showiest plantings so far are the nasturtiums from the local nursery…

Nasturtiums made a regular appearance in American colonial gardens too by way of seeds carried from England and Holland. Prized then and still now, they were eaten like salad greens… leaves stalks, flowers, and all thanks to their sweet but peppery taste. If you like arugula mixed in with your lettuce, you’ll like nasturtiums too. They also happen to be fantastic pest repellants for squash bugs, aphids, beetles and our daily invader – the pesky slug.

Raised Beds

Colonial gardens in the 18th century were laid out in symmetrical grid styles using raised beds and walkways of crushed seashells in between. Based on the layout of our yard, the lush tree canopy, and the pattern of the sun throughout the day, we also are doing raised beds but not in the same traditional colonial grid format since we have fewer pockets of consistent, direct sunlight throughout the day. Instead, we have built one long raised garden bed that measures 25′ feet (length) x 5.5′ feet (width) x 2.5″ feet (height) in the front yard using rocks gathered from around the property. The rockery aesthetic matches the stone walkway and steps of the front porch.

Newly built and just before we filled it in with all the dirt and compost materials.
Flowers, seedlings and seeds get planted this week, but this is a little sneak peek as to where more nasturiums will be headed.
The tree canopy changes color throughout the day and makes the prettiest shadows in the yard. Two sugar maples live in the front yard. We cant wait to tap this fall for our own maple syrup.

In the backyard, just off the porch, we built a smaller raised bed out of wood that measures 10′ feet (length) x 5.5′ feet by 3′ feet (height). Instead of using just plain untreated boards, my husband experimented wth the Yakisugi method and charred the wood with a propane torch. Yakisugi is an ancient Japanese art form that naturally preserves the wood and gives it a pretty, dark walnut-hued finish.

To add a little softness to the rectangular shape, we built another curved rock wall garden bed on one end where the okra, zinnias, coreopsis, Brussels sprouts, and marigolds are happily growing away.

Rock walls have been a part of the natural historic landscape of New England since the 1800s, and were used as land dividers and fencing following the split rail style fencing that was popular during colonial days. In Connecticut in the 1700s, most of the landscape was covered in trees so everything in that century was made out of wood since it was the most abundant building material. We haven’t yet decided on what kind of fencing we will add to the front yard. It’s a big decision with many possibilities ranging between a picket fence, a rock wall, a split rail fence, or a series of decorative shrubs and grasses.

The greenhouse is only six weeks old but already it’s got quite the little personality.

The Greenhouse

The first greenhouses were built in Europe and the UK in the 1600s, so they’ve been an important garden feature for quite some time. Our greenhouse was found locally on craigslist, just a couple of weeks after we moved in. Still in its original box, it just needed one day of assembly and then it was ready to start growing things.

First day!

So far we are off to a good start. This has been the birthplace of our tomatoes, basil, broccoli, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts, cilantro, parsley, dill, lettuces, French marigolds, and okra.

It’s also the permanent new home of our three-year-old Southern papaya tree, Pappy, who did not love our move to the Northeast as much as we did and responded to the 9-degree temperatures experienced during our temporary stay in Pennsylvania this past winter by promptly losing all his leaves. Every day from November to April, no matter how much coddling I gave him, Pappy threatened to shrivel up and call it quits. Luckily, the warmth of the greenhouse has him happy once again and back on the road to recovery.

Pappy! Two new leaves grown, a million more to go!

It’s our plan to keep the greenhouse in constant use all year long. With the help of a heater and some neighboring cold frames, I look forward to growing kale, chard, cabbages, and other cool-weather vegetables there this winter.

Rain Barrel

To complete the start of our self-sufficiency model we added a colonial-style rainwater collection barrel to the side of the garage. So far we’ve pumped an entire barrel full of water into the garden as well as accidentally grown a vat of sulfur-smelling bacteria. As it turns out, there’s an art (and a science!) to storing rainwater in a barrel, and there is still so much for us to learn. In an upcoming post, I’ll share the system my husband custom-built to pump the water from the barrel to the garden, which I hope might be helpful for anyone else learning the ropes of the rain barrel watering system.

Future plans for the garden include bee boxes, landscaped garden beds, lighting, and a fire pit, but for now, this is the start of our new yet old colonial-inspired garden. More photos will come as the garden grows up!

In the meantime, while the kitchen is under renovation and we wait for the vegetables to flower and fruit, the grill has been a beehive of action and adventure as we discover and explore some vintage recipes meant for the barbecue days of summer. One of my favorites so far is this grilled potato recipe from 1955. Coming next to the blog, this recipe will add an extra delicious dose of fancy food to your summer soirees. Can’t wait to share it!

Cheers to summer foods, sentimental gardening, and horticultural history! Hope this season is your most beautiful one yet.

The Search for the Date Accordion: We Need Your Help!

Between Thanksgiving and Christmas recipes shuttle around the Vintage Kitchen like a snowstorm. I know the holidays are approaching when I start receiving messages from home cooks on the search for something particular.  Most often, people are looking for recipes. For family favorites that have been lost or misplaced, recalled but not written down, remembered but also forgotten. Sometimes too, people write in because they are in the mood for an experiment and want to try to recreate something – a dish or a dessert that they knew from their past.  Or they are looking for a theme recommendation – a tropical cocktail for their tiki party or an authentic eggnog recipe for a holiday breakfast.  I love all these inquiries and the conversations that follow. Laced with stories and snapshots of family and of life and of love ignited in the heart of the house, for me here in the land of the Vintage Kitchen, communicating with all these culinary aficionados, is the joy of the season and the joy of cooking all rolled into one.

On more than one occasion these inquiries have led to stories about cookbooks misplaced, recipes accidentally thrown away or a list of ingredients and instructions just mysteriously disappeared like a sock that never returns from the dryer. They were there one holiday and gone the next.

Sometimes people write in with an urgency bordering on panic… I’ve headed home for the holidays and forgotten my cookbook. Or they contain stories of tragedy… my boat capsized and I lost my favorite recipes to the sea. Sometimes they contain stories of silly blunders… like the brother who accidentally ground up (in the garbage disposal) his sister’s prized bread recipe from the 1970s. And sometimes, they contain notes of longing. Of people wanting to rekindle a memory of a certain place or a person. But whatever prompts them to reach out to the Vintage Kitchen, everyone always signs off on their correspondence with these words… I hope you can help.

Most of the time I’m happy to say, we have been pretty lucky in finding just the right recipe that was needed. The holiday traveler who forgot her cookbook received a photo on Thanksgiving Day of the vintage chocolate pie recipe she needed. The capsized boater found a replacement cookbook in the shop. The brother who garbage disposal-ed his sister’s bread recipe was emailed a copy so that he’d have a permanent backup should he ever encounter another mishap in the future. These are small but big victories in the ultimate goal of the Vintage Kitchen, which is to build a community of modern-day cooks who have stories to share about heirloom kitchen items, traditional foods and special memories. That’s the stuff we like to celebrate around here. As Paul Child was fond of saying about his beloved Julia, that is the butter to our bread.

But the latest inquiry into the Kitchen has been more of a challenge. I’ve searched for a solution online for days. I’ve searched through all my cookbooks, all my recipes, all my options.  In non-pandemic times, I’d have a beautifully large and expansive library to visit and stacks of books to scour through in order to find what Laura seeks, but our library has been closed to researchers for most of the year, so I’m putting her request out here on the blog in hopes that you can help.

Laura writes…

Today I need help finding a recipe that my 83 year old mother said she saw in a magazine (late 1950’s – early 1960’s ?). Ladies Home Journal or one of them at that time. The recipe was for a type of date and nut bar, that had a liquid like consistency that you put into a 9 x 13 pan, then cut into small rectangular bars, roll in table sugar, frost with white frosting, then zig zag some green gel on top. They were called “Date Accordions.” I have searched everywhere and cannot find anything close. We have been making these for years and last year my brother accidentally thru out her copy of the recipe. She is heartbroken!

A challenge indeed! The closest recipe I could find to Laura’s request was this one…

Slice ‘N Serve Cookies, which appeared in Pillsbury’s Grand National Prize-Winning Recipes booklet published in 1954, contain a date and nut filling, a rectangular baking dish, a sprinkling of powdered sugar, and a frosted top.

Clearly, this isn’t the right one just based on its jelly roll presentation alone, but it was the only one in my vintage collection that made mention of frosting on top of a date bar filling.

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Incidentally, date bar cookies are no stranger to home bakers. Thought to have originated in Canada, they have made a regular appearance in cookbooks since the 1930s. Almost all recipes I found in my search presented them in bar fashion – a testament to their delicious simplicity.  I can imagine that by the time the 1950s/1960s era rolled around, when home bakers were really experimenting with unique visual presentation,  that Laura’s mom’s recipe came into its heydey. The use of colored gels and a zig-zag design definitely speak of creative trends that bloomed during that era.

So here is where we need your help. If anyone knows of this particular date bar that Laura speaks of, it would be wonderful to surprise her mom, Betty, with the recipe for the holidays. If you have a vintage cookbook or recipe collection, I’d so appreciate it if you could take a minute and flip through your sources to see if a recipe for Date Accordions pops up. How wonderful would it be to bring some holiday cheer to Laura and her 83-year-old cookie loving mom this Christmas?!

I understand that some readers are hesitant about commenting publicly, so I’ve included a private and secure contact form below. If you do run across the recipe, please submit it to the Vintage Kitchen using this form, and don’t forget to include the source in which you found it. I’d also greatly appreciate it if you could forward this post to any other bakers you know who might be able to help us track down this vintage treat.

Thank you in advance for your help! Cheers to a successful recipe search. Hope your holiday season has been full of all things sweet and delicious.

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Lucy & Herbert Go to Paris: A 1970’s Travel Adventure and a Recipe

Bonjour and bon appetit dear kitcheners! This week the International Vintage Recipe Tour 2020 takes us to France via the kitchen.

This is one of the countries I know best in the Recipe Tour since I spent so much time there as a little girl. Originally, for this post, I was going to write about a child’s perspective of Paris and fill it full of all the things my sister and I loved most about the city when we were small explorers.  But since a little bit of that was already touched on in the Parisian hot chocolate post last December, this time I thought it would be fun to introduce some new tour guides to the blog. I’m so pleased to present my grandparents and your travel escorts for the day, Lucy and Herbert…

Unlike me, who first visited Paris when I was six months old, Lucy and Herbert were in their 60’s when they first set sights on the City of Light. They were both born in the first decade of the 20th century and both had a hard start to life. Had you asked either one of them when they were young if they would ever be walking around the streets of Paris one day they wouldn’t have guessed it.

Lucy grew up in Buffalo, New York, the daughter of German immigrants who worked in the garment industry.  Her childhood was defined by a family tragedy. When she was 7, her mom burned to death in a house fire while cooking dinner in the kitchen. Lucy’s dad in a complete state of grief and guilt put Lucy and her seven brothers and sisters in a local city orphanage.

Immaculate Heart of Mary. Photo courtesy of poloniatrail.com

It was meant to be just a temporary course of action. The orphanage was run by Catholic nuns and her dad told everyone, nuns and kids included, that he would be right back for his family. That he just needed a little bit of time to figure things out. That was the Spring of 1918. The kids didn’t know exactly what temporary meant. A few days passed, a few weeks passed and then a  few months. They waited in the orphanage for their dad to return. Five months in, the Spanish Influenza blanketed the city in fear and death and anxiety. A pandemic ensued but her dad did not come to collect his kids. Thanksgiving and Christmas came. There was no big family meal and no Christmas gifts. There was no sign of dad. A year passed. A second year passed. Lucy remained in the care of the nuns.  The third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth year passed. By that point, Lucy was 13. The orphanage only educated girls up until the 8th grade, so school was over for her. No dreams of high school. No college.  During year seven of life in the orphanage, her dad got remarried, yet he still didn’t come to collect his kids.

There are fuzzy family stories that the children were retrieved one by one in order of age, (the oldest ones first) and placed with various members of the family. The boys were taken out first because they could earn a living and contribute financially to whatever household they ended up in. Lucy was 5th in line, a girl, with limited education and an inability to earn an income in the same way as her brothers. Lucy remained in the orphanage until she was 16 years old. That’s when her aunt Martha in Chicago sent for her so that Lucy could help take care of Martha’s two kids. At last, after nine years, Lucy left the orphanage, taking her two younger sisters and brother with her to Illinois.

Herbert’s dad, Joseph, working in his teamster days delivery hay and coal. This photo was taken around 1905.

Herbert grew up in a working class family in the city of Chicago. His parents were both natives of the city  and his grandparents  were both immigrants from Germany. His dad was a teamster for hay and coal in the city when Herbert was born. Money was always tight and there were days when food was scarce or even non-existent. The family never had enough to eat. There were nights when Herbert went to bed with a rumbly belly and no idea when it would be filled again. When Herbert was 10, his  dad landed a job as a fireman for the City of Chicago. It was a much more dangerous line of work than being a teamster, but it offered a steady paycheck and a future pension upon retirement – both very attractive incentives for someone who struggled to feed their family.

Herbert’s parents, Joseph (in his fireman uniform!) and Mary Katharine.

Herbert had a younger brother, Charles, who died when he was a baby, a sad event in his family that that no one ever talked about. Herbert didn’t believe in rehashing stuff, especially the difficult, hardscrabble years of his growing up. Herbert liked to say that the important part of life began when he met Lucy.

Sparks flew for the two of them when they met at a party in Chicago, just a few years after Lucy had moved to the city. They were both in their late teens/early 20’s at that point. Herbert took one look at Lucy and was dazzled by her pretty smile. Lucy fell in love with Herbert’s kind eyes, a distinguishing feature that everyone responded to.

Before Herbert became a fireman  he worked at the Chicago Tribune in the circulation department. This was where he worked at the time he met Lucy.

On a summer Saturday in 1933, just before my grandfather’s 25th birthday, Lucy and Herbert were married in a Catholic church in Chicago.

Herbert left his newspaper job and became a fireman like his father.  This was during the Great Depression, and like his father experienced, the firehouse offered  a steady paycheck, and a pension for retirement.  Haunted by his hunger years as a child, all Herbert wanted was to provide a safe, satiated and comfortable life for his new bride, full to the brim with happiness and adoration that she deserved.

Because she grew up in the orphanage without any guidance or training in the domestic arts, Lucy was not a typical, traditional wife of the 1930’s. As an adult, she loved clothes and fashion and following the latest trends. She loved to socialize and play cards and spend time with her sisters.  No one taught her how to cook, care for a home or drive a car. But all this was okay with Herbert because he loved to cook, was fine with housecleaning and loved to drive.  All he wanted to do was to protect his family, make sure there was always enough food on the table  and enough money left over at the end of the day to afford a few small niceties. For eight years, Herbert and Lucy tried to have a baby. After several miscarriages, my dad was finally born alive and healthy just after they celebrated their 9th wedding anniversary. Finally their family felt complete.

When my dad was a few years into his airline executive career, he arranged a four week European tour for his parents that would take them to England, France, Italy  and Germany. This was the Autumn of 1970, and it was an extravagant trip to say the least. My grandparents had never traveled outside of the United States before, and Europe at that time was a cosmopolitan wonderland of glamour and sophistication.

My dad used all of his perks and called in all sorts of favors so that it would feel like a trip of lifetime for Herbert and Lucy. He wanted to give them all the bells and whistles he could manage – a taste of luxury and decadence that they had never known before. It was his way of spoiling them – a thank you  of sorts for all the wonderful love and affection they spoiled him with as a child.

The plan was to spend a week in each country with home base stays in London, Paris, Rome and Munich. In London, Herb and Lucy stayed at the Lancaster Hotel, had dinner with the royal tailor to Prince Phillip and went sightseeing all around town.

Meet family friend and royal tailor to Prince Phillip, Edward “Teddy” Watson, who charmed the socks off my grandmother:)

The French portion of their trip involved side excursions to Nice and Monte Carlo, but the bulk of their time was spent in Paris where Herbert fell in love with the food and the history and Lucy fell in love with the shopping and the culture. They both really enjoyed walking around the city too and did almost all sightseeing on foot,  even though my dad had arranged a car and driver for them each day.

Thanks to their collection of travel photographs we can head back in time and take a little sightseeing trip right along with them as we all discover what Paris looked like in 1970.

The view from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The tour starts with a bird’s eye view of the city as seen from the top of the most iconic structure in all of France – the Eiffel Tower.  I’m not sure who the photographer was on this trip, Herb or Lucy, but some shots had a little Vivian Maier-esque quality to them. That’s the Tower’s shadow reaching towards the bridge there in the photo. Vivian style photography makes a return at the flower market one morning too…

In addition to first time sky views of the city, another great vantage point and an interesting perspective of Paris are the views from the River Seine. From there, Lucy and Herbert marveled at a whole host of  buildings steeped in history.

The Belle Jardiniere is the oldest clothing store in Paris, dating to 1824. They were the first to offer ready made clothes off the rack, ushering in a whole new way to conveniently build up your wardrobe.

Another historic gem on the river is the Palais Bourbon, designed in 1722 for the daughter of King Louis the XIV, who was the longest reigning monarch (72 years!) in all of French history. It was designed in country house fashion with gardens modeled from particular sections at Versailles. The site for the house was found by the lover of the King’s daughter who built his own palace next door (how convenient!). Like most of the old buildings of Paris, as it passed through time, many inhabitants and influencers including Napolean,  added their own enhancements or improvements to the building. In the late 1700’s, the exterior facade of Palais Bourbon was changed to reflect ancient Greek architecture. By the time the French Revolution occurred the residence left private hands and served as a government building, which it still remains to this day as you can see from this 2019 photo…

50 years later, and it still looks exactly the same!

Even though he lived centuries ago, there are nods to King Louis XIV all over town. At Versailles, he’s depicted in an equestrian statue which was completed in 1838, which also happened to be seventy years before Herbert was born.

Herbert especially loved admiring all the statues around Paris. The city boasts over 1000,  so he didn’t have to look far for something exciting to see. They turned out to be his gateway into learning more about French history, which in turn led to learning more about other country’s histories too.

The Luxor Obelisk statue (located in the Place de la Concorde) for example spurned a whole new curiosity for him in ancient Egypt, which is where this statue came from. It was an exchange of gifts between France and Egypt in the 1800’s. France gave Egypt a clock and Egypt gave France the Obelisk. In 1936, just three years after Lucy and Herbert were married, the Obelisk was given historic monument status in France. Herbert loved little fun facts like that.

Lucy liked the statues too and learning all about their history from Herbert, but when it came to street sights, what really turned her head were things more at eye – level (a.k.a. the shops). While in London, she purchased a classic trench coat, which looked very chic on the streets of Paris. In France, she purchased a batch of silk scarves. She wore the scarves and the trench continuously for the rest of her life back in the States, reminders of her fun glamour days spent in Europe.

Other iconic sights and sounds topped their best memories list too. There was the famed Paris Opera House which first opened in 1875…

The gardens at Versailles…

It was such an elegant place, Herbert wore a suit!

The domed roof of Sacre-Coeur (also known as the Basilica of the Sacred Heart), is the second most visited site in Paris. It was a must-see for Herbert and Lucy too, who were devoted to the Catholic faith their whole lives. It stands in the Montmarte section of Paris where all the famous artists and writers lived in the 19th and 20th century.

Likewise, the Cathedral of Notre Dame (or what I thought it was) held equal charm.

But upon closer inspection via window shapes and entry doors I think this is another church in Paris altogether. Can anyone identify it? Whether you are religious or not, everyone can appreciate a Parisian church for all their architectural details and built-in statues. Herbert and Lucy visited a new Catholic church every Sunday while they were in Europe, which was a true testament to their faith since most masses were said in Latin and lasted hours.

The beautiful angles and proportions of the Pantheon hover over part of the city and tell quite a story of architectural design. The dome, which fascinated Lucy in particular is actually three domes in one and made entirely of stone. Originally it was going to be topped with a statue of Saint Genevieve but a cross was selected instead. Genevieve was the patron saint of Paris,  and also happened to be Lucy’s middle name. Genevieve is also known as one of the patron saints of generosity, a characteristic Lucy herself contained, and is often depicted carrying a loaf of bread. Followers of Genevieve’s work created an institution in her name in the 1600’s  to care for the infirm and to educate young women. I wonder now if Lucy felt a special kinship to Genevieve because of all she went through at the orphanage.

When Herbert and Lucy passed by and under the Arc de Triomph they were viewing it in all it’s glory, as it had just been thoroughly cleaned and bleached five years before from a century’s worth of soot and grime. Herbert gave it a thumbs up in the cleaning department!

In between all those photos of grand buildings and popular sites I was hoping to find a cafe shot of Herbert and Lucy dining street-side with a glass of wine or a coffee. The only one I found among the mix though was this one very blurry photo of my dad (who met up with his parents at various points in the trip while on break from business meetings) and Lucy.

Even though it’s blurry, I still like the charm of this scene, with the cafe’s egg yolk yellow awning and shutters and the tomato red chairs.  I suspect this was taken in a little country town near Nice on their drive from Paris to Monte Carlo for Part Two of the French adventure.   I like to imagine that they ate something simple yet delicious that day at that cafe. Something not unlike the French recipe we are making to accompany this post today.

Like the cafe, this is a sunny, simple dish that is easy to make and requires little time to prepare. It is called Eggs in Sauce Gribiche.  Like some of the buildings in this post and even our tour guides themselves, this sauce aspect of this recipe dates all the way back to the early 1900’s when famous French chef Auguste Escoffier deemed it an important and versatile companion to hard-boiled eggs.  Age-old yet timeless, it is a new favorite in my kitchen and I hope it will be one in yours too.

The French section of the New York Times International Cook Book which we are following for this Recipe Tour, was one of the largest chapters in the book containing over 113 pages of traditional dishes from France. I chose this one because it is so representative of Herbert and Lucy. It’s simple and accessible, peppered with fresh goodness, and easily enjoyable in a bevy of dining situations. At their core, Lucy and Herbert were ideal characters. Ones who despite early hardships and traumatic events, chose to nourish relationships and radiate nothing but love and affection. At the same time, they also knew how to add a little splash to life to make it colorful and interesting. In the case of this recipe, they are both the comforting, reliable hard-boiled eggs and also the attractive and inventive sauce that is drizzled over.

So many French recipes combine rich, buttery flavors that simmer or saute for lengthy amounts of time. This one is lighter and brighter on the palate and works for several kinds of meals from brunch to lunch to appetizers, or even serves purpose as an afternoon snack or a light dinner.  When making it, I recommend sourcing the freshest ingredients possible, which might mean avoiding the grocery store altogether if you can help it. Home grown garden herbs, farmers market tomatoes, and local eggs will by far surpass anything you could find at the regular grocery store when it comes to bringing out the beautiful flavors of this dish.

Eggs with Sauce Gribiche

Serves 6

1 teaspoon finely chopped parsley

1 teaspoon finely chopped onion

1 teaspoon finely chopped fresh thyme

1 clove garlic

2 teaspoons Dijon mustard

1 egg yolk

Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste

2 tablespoons wine vinegar

1 1/2 cups olive oil

3/4 cup seeded, peeled, diced tomatoes

6 hard boiled eggs, peeled and halved

2 tablespoons finely chopped chives or scallion greens

Chop the parsley, onion, thyme and garlic. Add the chopped mixture to a small mixing bowl along the mustard, vinegar , egg yolk, salt and pepper.

Begin beating all ingrediants together with a whisk and gradually start adding the oil. Add it a little at a time, beating rapidly until the sauce begins to thicken. When mixture is thickened and smooth it is ready.

Crack and peel the hard-boiled eggs and cut them length-wise in half.

When you are ready to serve, stir the tomatoes into the sauce and then spoon the sauce over the egg halves. Sprinkle with chives or finely sliced scallions.

Served at room temperature, this a great dish for a hot summer day or an impromptu picnic, as it can be whipped up in a matter of minutes. It is also a lovely alternative to deviled eggs, lemon vinaigrette dressing or its close cousin – Hollandaise Sauce.

My most favorite photo of my grandparents first time-time trip to France is this one taken on two park chairs with the Eiffel Tower in back. My grandmother reminds me of Julia Child here…  smiling, carefree, lighthearted. And I love my grandfather’s hand on her knee. They were married for 37 years when this photo was taken. It’s really nice to see that things hadn’t changed that much since the day they met. Lucy was still flashing that pretty smile and Herbert was still protecting her with kindness and affection.

Ten years and two months later, Lucy died unexpectedly in a hospital in Florida. Her cause of death was an enlarged heart. That seems pretty fitting.  Her and Herbert shared a big love.  For a life that started out with so much neglect and abandonment I’m glad that Lucy got to finish it with so much joy and comfort. And I’m glad she got to experience Paris and all the magic the city holds.

Cheers to love that lasts through thick and thin. And cheers to France for playing such a big, wonderful, important role in the life and love of my family. And cheers to Grandma Lucy and Grandpa Herbert. It’s been a tough week in the world these past few days. I hope we can carry forth, in the true spirit of Herbert and Lucy, with nothing but kindness and generosity for all.

Join me next time for Week 18 of the International Vintage Recipe Tour 2020 as we head to Germany to make the biggest meal of the Tour so far! It’s three days of preparation for this cooking adventure, so rest up! See you soon.

 

The Hi/Bye Month and the New {Old} Collections

Photograph by George Marks – Getty Images

Happy September, happy October and happy Autumn everyone! That’s three cheers, two months and one season that has happened since the last post. Oh my. The majority of September around the Vintage Kitchen was spent curating and collecting items for the shop and went by in such a hurry I officially coined it the hi/bye month because that’s exactly what it felt like. Here one minute, gone the next.

October started in the same way, with the same humid temperatures and the same busy schedule. Hot summer weather has hung around with gusto until just a few days ago, making this new season and curating for it, a bit of a challenge. My heart was wrapped up in the idea of Fall – all those colorful leaves and pumpkins and baking projects – but my head couldn’t quite get over the fact that it was still 90 degrees outside during the day and looked very much like August instead of October. New arrivals in the shop over the past 30 days reflect those dueling situations. Fall that feels like Summer.

New (old) items that fit into the Fall 2018 Collection are wrapped up in all the traditional touchpoints that ignite sentimental feelings of nostalgia and embrace the cozy, crisp months to come…

Cozy is the name of the game around here. New Autumn inspired vintage (from top left): 1930’s feedsack quilt square; 1970’s Jack Daniels whiskey glasses; vintage wood pocket shelf; 1920’s National Ivory teacups; vintage restaurantware plate, 1960’s World of Nut Recipes cookbook; 1950’s botanical prints; vintage enamelware bowl; 1970’s glass spice jars; 1970’s Mikasa Duet pattern plate; 1960’s Cookie Cookery cookbook; 1960’s red plaid tin.

Vintage spice jars, whiskey glasses, quilt squares, mixing bowls, teacups and fall foliage art prints help set the mood for the season in your kitchen, while homemade cookie recipes, holiday menu guides, and nut-themed delicacies help satisfy the seasonal cravings in your belly.

Some highlights from this collection include this 1960’s whiskey decanter made by the Van Winkle family in Louisville, Kentucky – one of the few distillers legally able to operate during Prohibition…

This 1960’s dinner plate –  one of the very last patterns made by Salem American Ironstone in 1967 just before their pottery closed its doors forever…

This vintage quilt square table topper made in the 1930’s from recycled feedsack materials…

These National Ivory teacups made in the 1920’s during a similiar point in time when women’s roles, rights and liberties were also being redefined…

This 1970’s cookbook – the delicious work of internationally recognized pastry chefs/ husband and wife team, John and Hazel Zenker, who shared over 300 cookie recipes containing old-world charm and European heritage…

New arrivals in the shop that fell under the still-feels-like-summer category include this batch which I call September Skies…

…named for the matching colors found in the pretty sunsets that blushed over the city throughout September and October. They include floral serving pieces, ceramic planters, travel cookbooks and embroidered linens that bloom in thread. It is somewhat ironic how each piece in this collection speaks of all the pretty elements of this past summer but also really reflects the colors in the September/October sunsets…

Perhaps this was Lady Nature’s way of reminding me to be patient – that Autumn would come eventually because it always does one way or the other.

A new pal to the patio this week – butterfly dressed in Halloween colors but feasting on summer flowers!

Whatever weather you are experiencing in your neck of the woods this Autumn – hot, cold, crisp or humid, I hope you are having the happiest of Octobers.  And that you are finding beauty in the season and celebrating it in style.

Fall in love with history and its many assorted faces in the shop here.  Up next on the blog is a sweet treat recipe for Plum Cake circa 1963, from one of the most famous American cookbooks of all time. It’s a lovely Fall dessert that combines spices, baked fruit and a thin layer of cake that is light in constitution yet heavy in flavor. Stay tuned!

60 Pieces of Curiosity: Vintage Scraps of Paper Found in Old Books

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As a vintage bookseller, Ms. Jeannie often comes into contact with various bits and pieces of paper tucked inside old books. Sometimes they are just blank scraps acting as an impromptu bookmark or place holder and other times they are incredible finds worthy of their own story like the White House letter Ms. Jeannie found tucked away in a vintage art book last year.

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Today’s picture post is all about the pieces of paper ephemera that Ms. Jeannie has found in vintage books over the past few years.   Each tells their own story about past readers, past events and past importance. They range from the commonplace (names, numbers and business cards) to the intimate (photographs, holiday cards, a letter to family that mentions Hitler and the war in Europe); from the topical (advertisements, recipes, lists) to the nostalgic (a letter detailing what to pack for camp) and from the unusual (a receipt from a cat breeder) to the campy (travel postcards).  All these pieces of paper came from books published before 1970 but they cover a wide time span of the last century. The oldest is a scrap of paper dating to the late 1800’s and the most current is a handwritten recipe from 1980. Because they offer glimpses into past lives, Ms. Jeannie has blocked out any personal info that might still be traceable today so you’ll notice a few have some blocked out parts, but other than that they are unaltered. Let’s look..

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Photographs are especially interesting. Was this woman below someone’s sweetheart? A sister, a friend, a reminder not to be forgotten?

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In the swoop of a cursive letter or the fold of an envelope or the mark of a typewriter key each piece denotes a moment in someone’s life that ties us to humanity. From the 1950’s photographer who was late on his bills to the woman “enduring life as it comes” to the first time camper getting ready to spend a summer week away, these moments of tangible history are compelling in a timeless way. Just like vintage books! Endlessly fascinating, a book is not only a story between two boards but also a holder of life between two worlds.

This is just Part One of the paper collection. Look for Part Two coming soon later this season…

until then… happy reading!