Found this while house-sitting for crunchy friends: Ann Rogers’ 1966 cheapo cooking compendium, A Cookbook for Poor Poets and Others. The language can be a little overly lyrical for my trash-talking taste. (Sample: “One can come close to this goal, not with a candy bar…but with a big fresh roll — the French or Italian kind — the crust shattering with the first bite, the inside a network of intricate passages and domed rooms!”) But I appreciate the simplicity of the recipes, which really take limited means into consideration. Ingredients are generally kept to a minimum and many of the recipes are really are about finding ways to dress up canned goods; some can even be prepared without the use of electricity. It’s a nice antidote to foodie preciousness. Plus, that chartreuse cover is pretty badass.
The Artist’s Special, in practice. It was no revelation, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, I may have to show up with this the next time I’m invited to some insufferable bougie BBQ. (“I brought the roasted sunchokes with hand-churned butter and Himalayan rock salt. What did you bring?” “The cottage cheese and mayo salad…”)