I'm getting all electrified around the thought of cooking. Perhaps it's because my kitchen counters were just installed today and I am so close, so close, and yet so far from having a kitchen again. I think when it's all over, I will conduct a private ceremony in which I take a sledgehammer to the hotplate that has been serving as my stove lo these past 9 weeks. My Wolf will be delivered in a few days. Come to Mama is all I have to say about that.
So today I purchased Marion Cunningham's (no, not the Mom from Happy Days. Ya freak) The Fannie Farmer Cookbook, an American classic that I have always avoided until now. It has no photos, you see, and I think photos are half the fun of a cookbook. That way you can compare your earnest attempt at oh, I don't know, making a crowned roast of some sort to the picture in the book and realize how pitiful you truly are. It's kind of like looking through the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Or is that just me?
Within the pages of The Fannie Farmer Cookbook I found a recipe for Oatmeal Soup. Ms. Cunningham reports that when she published it in her San Francisco Chronicle column, it received an extremely "enthusiastic response." I'm torn between saying, "Really?" and saying, "Oh my God, you're such a liar." Here are the ingredients:
3 Tbs. butter
1 onion, chopped fine
1/2 cup uncooked oatmeal
6 cups chicken broth
salt & freshly ground pepper to taste
1 cup cooked oatmeal
3 Tbs. chopped parsley
I can usually stare at a list like this and get a general idea of the final product. Not so with Oatmeal Goop. I mean Soup. I have no idea what this would look, tase, or smell like. Do you?