In my family Joy of Cooking has been a kitchen staple which no generation has been able to part, instead, wishful cookers and wanna-be chefs get their own version for an occasion. I received mine when I married, I guess everyone thought that would be the end of my eating out days. They were wrong – but I do cook at home more!
Each book is tattered and torn, itself a reflection of the cooking history, the times and the person who pulled it off the shelf year after year. My grandmother’s version has a duck-taped spine and a letter from a mystery man in between its pages. My own mother’s shows the residue of attempts at fancy dinner parties splashed all over the pages. Mine has butter finger prints throughout the pages and index, evidence of my love of butter.
Whether you are an accomplished cook, or just investigating, this is a classic worth having. A kitchen without it is a lonely one indeed. From boiling an egg to flambe, The Joy of Cooking always gets it right!