Since it‘s 12/1 (how how how?) I‘ve decided for the new year to make this my in-kitchen reread. As a collection of Fisher‘s books ranging from 1937-1949, it‘s perfect for dipping in & out. Her writing style is personable, wise, and all around delightful. I especially love the ingenuity forced by wartime shortages in How to Cook a Wolf, 1942. 🐺🍴
I agree with Fisher‘s sentiments here.
The preceding page has a simple rice pudding recipe (ala wartime wolf at the door) and I just had a fun conversation with husband and daughter about it. Husband and I love it, daughter is off-put by the texture. 😏 Now I‘m in the mood for some creamy, cold rice pudding. What a terrific breakfast it would make! Fisher suggests you can make it “classical” Riz fancy with a dollop of good jelly or jam.
It leaves you filled with peace, and the house filled with one of the world's sweetest smells. But it takes a lot of time. If you can find that, the rest is easy. And if you cannot rightly find it, make it, for probably there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel, that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.
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