Taking advantage of the warm weather, yesterday I went through the rest of the boxes of cookbooks. The packrat ("archivist," rather) and historian in me want to save everything, but the sensible part of me knows that if someone really wants to find old jello salad recipes, they can do so on the web. I saved about ten more volumes - a basic Chinese cooking guide, Favorite Czech Recipes of Nebraska, something mysteriously called Old Virginia Housekeeping - but am earmarking for the recycle bin all the rest, including ancient volumes on "microwave cookery" and cookie recipes sent in by members of the Embroidery Guild of America.
I love the word "cookery."
