Sunday, September 07, 2008
Treasure
I was off to seek treasure this weekend. "The husband" and I went off to the Christie Fall Antique show.
I awoke to the rain pattering on the glass table outside my bedroom window at 5:30 in the morning and the debate began. Do we or don't we go, but we eventually did, fortified by Starbucks and protected by rain gear and the worlds biggest umbrella. Besides I needed a quest this weekend.
"The brother" was town this weekend as well from points south of the 49th parallel for yet another high school class reunion. ("why don't I ever hear of one for your class", asks the husband as between "the brother" and "sister" 3 there is one every fall and we all went to the same high school? I really don't know and don't care, I hated high school)
We walked among the tall wet grass and poked and perused what was mostly junk. I was looking for in order:
An antique bed less then 39" for the Wii room ( aka the spare bedroom). We came up blank.
3 Griffiths white milk glass spice bottles to complete my collection. I came close but, it bothered the seller when she found out I actually USED THEM. I channel William Morris, have nothing in your house that is not either useful or beautiful. In 800 sq. ft it better be both.
A soup tureen, most were so outrageously priced that they became impractical. I would have been afraid to use them. ( see note above )
And so, plan "B" went into action, vintage cookbooks.
I picked up:
Anne Pillsbury $200,000 prize winning cookbook from 1952
Aunt Jemima pamphlet from ... 1926 (It must be a reprint)
Metropolitan Cookbook, 1941 from Metropolitan Life Ottawa Office, (It has the Tweedcake version recipe in it).
I also picked up a 1939 party planning book, complete with games and songs to sing. "The brother" skimmed it and said he was glad he wouldn't be able to attend.
Today I tweaked the $50,000 dollar "no knead water rising nut twists", for brunch at my mother .... um... okay, winner don't want to be messed with.
Tonight we have on the menu, " Man-cooked meal"..... a totally 1950's casarole, Madman anyone?