I love old community cookbooks. I pick them up at thrift stores, bookshops and yard sales whenever I can. I especially like the ones from the fifties and sixties, as they allow a peek into the kitchens and dining rooms of a time before food television and the gourmetification of the world. I rarely cook out of these books, perusing them mostly for entertainment and occasionally for inspiration.
Several weeks ago my cousin and I were going through her cookbook collection to find some recipes for my thesis, when we stumbled across a copy of the Norristown State Hospital Women's Medical Auxiliary cookbook, which she had because her mother had contributed several recipes. The pages are rough half sheets that have yellowed with age. It is bound with a plastic spiral, like the ones we used in elementary school to make books. I've enjoyed flipping through it, checking out the recipes with my aunt's name attached, to see what she was cooking in the late fifties or early sixties.
Although we aren't officially in fall yet, Labor Day marked the end of summer in my mind, so I offer you a recipe that seems to be expressly designated for this time of year. I'm not entirely sure why this dish should be made in the Autumn, but Mrs. Barbanti believed that was when it was best, so I won't argue with her.
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