Author: LindyC
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Flora Pell and Our Cookery Book
While my maternal grandmother had Lucy Drake’s cookbook, my paternal grandmother had Flora Pell’s.
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Miss Drake’s Home Cookery
Before Margaret Fulton or Stephanie Alexander, who did Australian home cooks look to?
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Peptonized gruel
Recipes for the ill and recuperating were standard inclusions in cookery advice up until the middle of last century.
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Mortgage lifter
If you want solid proof that home-grown veggies are worth the effort, late tomatoes are it.
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Ice treats
There’s been a bit of a hiatus at Rhubarb Sago, while we moved house. We’re now in a Geelong suburb settled in the first few decades of the twentieth century. Out walking, I came across this sign on the wall of an old shop front. It’s hard to be sure, but I reckon it could date back to…
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Ever hot-ish
We loved baking on the weekend, and Mum was happy for us to do it, but there was always this caveat: ‘you’ll have to get the oven hot first’. I learned to cook on our 30-year old farm wood combustion stove. That’s it pictured above, just before it was replaced in the 1990s. It taught me some…
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Curried favour
This was going to be a post about eggs, but I got distracted by curry. It happened like this. When you start fossicking around newspapers in Trove for egg recipes, curried eggs feature pretty heavily, right back to the late nineteenth century. While my experience of curried egg mainly involves sandwich fillings, these recipes largely involve a curry…
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Golden syrup
The Italians make a biscuit called “brutti ma buoni” – ugly but good. This describes the golden syrup dumpling perfectly. In spite this blog’s name I’m not much of a sweet tooth. But a recent wintry weekend and a visit home from the uni student demanded a warm and substantial dessert. So golden syrup dumplings it was. They’re affectionately…
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Toast
One of my favourite childhood memories is of waking up at my grandparents’ house when we stayed in school holidays. Tucked under our flannelette sheets up the cold end of the house, we could hear the door to the kitchen open (it had a distinctive creak). From that door came the signals of early morning: the radio on the…
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