I was 12 years old when I received a Betty Crocker's Picture Cookbook. It had a mostly black cover along with a picture of a pretty pie with lattice crust, a baked chicken and a jar of cookies on the front. It was so beautiful.
IF I could fake a fever and convince my mother that I was coming down with something, I would spend the whole day in bed reading that cookbook from cover to cover, all day long. What a beautiful, ordered world with Baked Alaska and turkeys served with little pantaloons (I never understood that one, a dead bird wearing fancy stockings to the table). When I got married - that's the way it was, not when I get out on my own but when I get married - I would cook or bake all of those wonderful things.
That cookbook finally fell apart completely but it did have a lot of use. I hated to get rid of it, it was so nostalgic.
Cooking isn't a real big thing with me, I get by the easiest way I can now, a chicken in the crockpot with some veggies and I'm off to my art room. No pantaloons on the chicken either! Diane