1940's · 1944 · The Arts

Reading 1944

I have a confession to make. I am, unabashedly, a book nerd. Interests and passions come and go over the course of a lifetime, but I can easily say that reading books has been tops for me since I can remember. Even as a wee lass, I preferred the company of my fictional friends to  real humans.  The eminent Charles William Eliot said it best, “ Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors, and the most patient of teachers.” 

Quite right.

As I’ve gotten older and the world has gotten crazier, I take more comfort and pleasure in books than ever before. And boy oh boy, has the world gotten crazy. I feel like 2025 was the year we all jumped into the handbasket and took books with us. This year I discovered the dark side of BookTok and BookTube, something called performative reading, and because it’s the internet – a “safe” space for us all to be downright and anonymously nasty to each other – book shaming. 

Seriously, people?

Pretending to read in public to appear more intelligent? Boasting about the number of books you have read specifically to shame other readers? Publicly criticizing other readers for reading too much? (No such thing as too much reading, by the way!) Insulting people for not reading the kinds of books YOU appreciate? Judging folks’ morality based on what they read or banning books outright? 

Have we really slid this far down the totem pole of humanity? Yes, yes we have. What is wrong with us as a society that we can take something as innocent, as wholesome, as reading and wanting to share the joy that it brings with others and turn it into a toxic social media trend? 

Reading should be a joyous pastime, a way to expand your mind, challenge your own thoughts and entertain yourself, not something to use as a “flex” (to quote the kids) or a way to publicly shame other people. 

I enjoy watching videos on YouTube about books and have added many a tome to my TBR list (to be read, for those of you not hip with the lingo) based on the review of a favorite YouTuber. I’ve also chosen NOT to add the same creator’s book recommendations to my TBR because I know I won’t enjoy it. I have not nor will I ever leave snarky comments complaining about their selections, morality, or intellect. I will never judge other readers for picking up a book – any book – even if I don’t appreciate the genre. I will also not censor what I read – publicly or privately – to appear highfalutin. Reading is a deeply personal pursuit and any time a book is bought, borrowed, and cracked open to enjoy, it’s a win. Full stop. 

Despite all of the negativity surrounding books and reading, 2025 was a banner year for me. I read (for me) a record number of books. I read books by long-familar and  favorite authors and I picked up quite a few novels by authors that were new to me. Some of these books were fantastic. Some were…not so great. And there were about a half dozen or so that I just couldn’t finish. 

I also learned something about myself over the course of the past twelve months. I really don’t enjoy reading books that take place in modern day. Especially now. I need and want to escape from the sheer insanity going on around the globe and reading a novel that includes all of the components of modern society is not something that I, personally, find helps me disconnect. 

Which brings me, finally, to the whole point of this blog post. (Yes, there was a point and it wasn’t a bitter diatribe about the state of humanity.)

Too many hours of doomscrolling and reading about wars, unrest, economic uncertainty, and a seemingly constant barrage of just plain bad news made me think of the last time the world was engulfed in a never ending cloud of doom – the early 1940s. And I wondered…during a time of utter chaos and perpetual sadness, what were people reading? What did they choose to immerse themselves in when there was heartbreak abounding? What did they choose to spend their (extremely) hard earned money on during a time of rationing? What books got them through the dark days of the war?

So I went down a literary rabbit hole to find these answers and along the way decided that, in an attempt to retain some of my sanity in a world gone mad, I would turn back the page and read 1944.

For the new year, I decided to read 14 novels that were either published in or became best sellers in 1944. Seven books made it to number one on the New York Times Bestseller List and I will be reading all of them, at the time of year that they made it to the top spot. The other seven books all made it to the top five and spent more time on the Bestseller list than any others. Again, I will be reading them during the seasons that they were most popular.

I did not base my decisions on subject matter, author, length or any other criteria. Only after making my list did I look up any of the books. I must say that I am very much looking forward to reading them. 

So, without further ado…here’s my 1944 reading list for the new year:

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

The Apostle by Sholem Asch

So Little Time by John P. Marquand

The Lost Weekend by Charles Jackson

Strange Fruit by Lillian Smith

Bedford Village by Hervey Allen

A Bell for Adano by John Hersey

Leave Her to Heaven by Ben Ames Williams

The Razor’s Edge by Somerset Maugham

The History of Rome Hanks by Joseph S. Pennell

Immortal Wife by Irving Stone

Green Dolphin Street by Elizabeth Goudge

Forever Amber by Kathleen Winsor

The Green Years by A.J. Cronin 

I’ll be starting 2026 with A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and hope you’ll read along with me. If not, be sure to check back soon for a full review of 1944’s best selling book. 

In the meantime, happy reading and the happiest of new years!

1940's · 1944 · desserts

Vintage Recipe – Steamed Christmas Fig Pudding with Hard Sauce

 

So bring us some figgy pudding,

So bring us some figgy pudding,

So bring us some figgy pudding, and a cup of good cheer!”

Ah, figgy pudding – the stuff of Christmas music legend. 

I have fond memories of figgy pudding, but growing up on the other side of the pond my memories are solely tied to the above referenced lyrics. Many a Christmas grade-school concert featured a rousing version of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”, entirely out of tune and sung at a volume that would have undoubtedly made Victorian Englanders cringe. 

Yet fond and abundant memories do I have of figgy pudding despite never having tasted it. 

I had every intention of making my own 1944 (and undoubtedly, very Americanized) version of figgy pudding last year. Unfortunately, there was nary a pudding mold to be found and even the great and glorious Amazon couldn’t deliver it faster than mid-February. So, I tabled the idea and made Holiday Fruitcake instead, which I am now realizing with a fair amount of shame, is the last time I posted to this blog. Quelle horreur!

Regardless, I did eventually find my pudding mold quite accidentally in a kitchen supply shop a few weeks after Christmas and made my purchase with glee.

Fast forward 11 months and I excitedly retrieved my pudding mold from the storage cupboard, opened up my 1944 Good Housekeeping cookbook, and…was instantly concerned when I read “1 ⅓ pounds of ground suet”. Oh…no…foiled again?

Thankfully a bit of research revealed that frozen, grated Crisco would make a suitable enough replacement so I elected to go with that option and started baking.

As soon as I started the preparations I was taken back to last Christmas and the fruitcake. Somehow I had managed to forget just how messy and time consuming it is to dice dried fruit. Alas, I persisted with ease until it was time to grate the frozen Crisco. I anticipated a mess and was not disappointed. If I had it to do it again, I would skip this step entirely and just use room temperature shortening as it was practically melted after being handled and grated anyway.

Overall, the recipe was quite easy to make and took exactly 45 minutes from start to steam, as it were. 

To steam the pudding, I used a pot that was just about a half inch larger in diameter than the pudding mold and followed the instructions to fill the pot halfway with boiling water and steam, covered for 2 hours. I checked periodically and added more boiling water from the kettle as needed. With no obvious way to check for doneness, I blindly trusted the recipe and my hob and pulled the mold out of the pot at 2 hours on the nose. I then placed the still-sealed mold on a wire rack and let it rest for 30 minutes before I attempted to release it. My mold is made of some indeterminate metal and I greased it (but didn’t flour it) well with leftover Crisco. The pudding required a bit of encouragement both from a chopstick and the Mister’s firm hand, but it did release cleanly and in one piece.

I left the still-steaming pudding to rest a bit longer while we ate dinner and then served it up with a small spoonful of Hard Sauce, which was very much not the pourable sauce I envisioned but rather a nice, hearty buttercream icing. No matter. The first piece fell apart upon slicing, but the second and third held together nicely. 

And the verdict? The Mister, who is not a fan of overly spicy (meaning, nutmeg, ginger, etc) baked goods proclaimed that it was, in fact, not too spicy at all and the flavour of the figs really came through. My Maman agreed with his take on the spice and said that, while it wasn’t her favorite dessert, she would eat it again if I made it. Both mentioned, and I concur, that the Hard Sauce was unnecessary and was almost a bit too sweet. 

Overall, I was pleased with the pudding. It was a bit drier than I expected it to be and having never had pudding before, I have no idea if that is normal. But, it did have a delicately spiced and figgy flavor which I enjoyed. The Mister rated it 7.75/10 and Maman gave it an 8. I would give it a 6. It was good, but I don’t know if it was worth the effort. I would love to try an authentic British pudding to compare as I’m sure the differences would be striking.

Steamed Christmas Fig Pudding

  • Servings: 8-10 Depending on Slice Size
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

    For the Pudding:
  • 3/4 lb. (2 1/3 c) chopped, dried, whole figs
  • 1 1/2 c. bottled milk or 3/4 c. evaporated milk and 3/4 c. water
  • 1 1/3 c. suet, ground fine
  • 1 1/2 c. soft bread crumbs
  • 3 eggs, well-beaten
  • 1 1/2 c. sifted all-purpose flour
  • 2 1/4 teasp. baking powder
  • 1 c. granulated sugar
  • 1 teasp. nutmeg
  • 3/4 teasp. salt
  • 3 tablespoon. grated orange rind
  • For the Hard Sauce

  • 1/3 c. butter or margarine
  • 1 c. sifted confectioners’ sugar
  • 1 teasp. vanilla extract or brandy
  • Pinch of salt

Directions


Pudding:
Cook the figs with the milk in a double boiler for 20 min. Combine the suet, bread crumbs, and eggs. Add the cooked fig mixture with the sifted dry ingredients and the orange rind, and mix well. Pour into a 2 qt. greased or oiled, covered pudding mold. Steam on top of the range for 2 hours. Serve with Hard Sauce.

Hard Sauce:
Work the butter with a spoon or beater until light and creamy. Then add the sugar gradually, while continuing to work with a spoon or beat with an electric beater until light and fluffy. Add the vanilla extract, a little at a time, and the salt. Pile lightly in a serving dish, and chili until needed.


I used frozen sticks of Crisco to replace the suet, dried black mission figs, and standard issue white sandwich bread for the breadcrumbs. For the sauce, I used butter and vanilla extract.

Bon appetit and Joyeux Noelle!

1940's · 1944 · desserts

Vintage Recipe – Holiday Fruit Cake

 

I have a confession to make. I have never, not once in my life, eaten a single, solitary bite of fruitcake.

I have no explanation for this. Is it because my Maman doesn’t like it and therefore never made or bought it? Is it because of fruitcake’s longstanding reputation as the King of Holiday Food Jokes? Is it simply because I’ve seen it in the shops in all of its dark brown, slightly gelatinous looking glory and felt no desire at all to try it? Likely all of the above. 

Regardless of the reasoning, I have managed to make it to the start of my fifth decade on this Earth without a crumb of the Christmastime legend passing my lips. 

So when I was perusing my 1944 Good Housekeeping cookbook for Christmas recipes, I nearly skipped right past today’s recipe without giving it a second glance. “Fruitcake,” I mused, YUCK”. But then I stopped and actually read the recipe. (Novel idea, I know.)  And much to my shock, thought “That doesn’t sound THAT bad. Actually, it sounds rather nice.” The recipe looked easy enough and relatively inexpensive, to boot. So I decided to give it a go. 

Right off the bat, however, I faced a completely unexpected hurdle – finding the necessary candied fruit. I never considered that as fruitcake has become more and more of a joke, it had fallen hopelessly out of favour with the younger crowd and that finding the ingredients to make this old-fashioned dessert would be difficult. Thankfully, one of the grocery chains in my area was stocked with an assortment of brightly colored (and potentially radioactive) vittles that may or may not have actually been fruit at some point. 

In addition to believing the conjecture that fruitcake is inedible, for some reason I also assumed it was very difficult to make. Ordinarily, when making recipes for this blog I keep track of how long I spend preparing the dish. This time, however, I chose simply to enjoy the process and not keep tabs of the minute hand. My sense is that it took about 45 minutes to gather and prep all of the ingredients. A little time consuming? Yes. But difficult? Absolutely not. 

So I chopped and I diced and I mixed and I poured. And then, of course, I licked the mixing bowl and became thoroughly befuddled by the entirely light and slightly sweet batter. “Hmmm”, I thought to myself, “That doesn’t taste bad at all.” Off it went into the oven for an hour and half, slowly scenting the air and creating a bakery-like atmosphere. The Mister returned home while it was baking and commented on how nice it smelled. He asked what it was. I told him fruitcake. He was suitably crestfallen and seemed a tad fearful for his tastebuds. 

After letting it cool and removing it from the pan (I used a metal pan), I admit I was a bit concerned. The exterior was…hard. As in hard tack hard. So hard, in fact, I was slightly concerned my bread knife would not be up to the task of sawing through it. I considered, briefly, dispatching the Mister to his shed to retrieve a saw. But alas, I put all my muscle behind my Sabatier serrated knife and managed to hack off three pieces. The inside, thankfully, was moist and tender. I will not lie. I assumed those three pieces would be the only three we would eat. I assumed the cake would dry out even more upon sitting and the Mister would refuse to use one of his power tools to cut it, for fear of breaking his beloved tool. 

Nonetheless, I plated three pieces and served the Mister and my Maman. Never one to beat around the bush, the Mister commented “well, it doesn’t look like those nasty fruitcakes you see at the store” to which my Maman heartily agreed. We cheers’d and all dug in with our forks…only to have the cake completely fall to crumbs. Oh dear. So we put down our cutlery and dug in like savages with our bare hands. And were all shocked that it was, in fact, good. Actually, it was better than good. It was downright delicious. The Mister and my Maman both agreed – the cake itself was lightly flavoured and tasty, the fruit was complimentary but not overpowering and – perhaps most importantly – it had absolutely zero resemblance to the rubbish found in the shops. I commented that I’d never had fruitcake before, to which the Mister replied “I had one piece one time and never again” and pulled a face. 

I asked round the table how many stars out of 10? 7, said the mister. 8, said Maman. Then I asked “Would you actually want me to make this again next Christmas?” And, much to my shock, they both agreed. Perhaps the best testimony is what happened next. The Mister got up and sawed off another slice. And with that I knew it was a winner.

The recipe states that the cake keeps well. I was a little nervous given the rather brick-like resemblance, but I enveloped it in plastic and hoped for the best. And keep it did. I heartily enjoyed the cake daily for tea time over the next week and only at day 9 did it even start to seem a little dry and stale. Not too sweet and not heavy, this holiday fruitcake was the perfect tea time treat and a lovely antidote to the modern tastes for overly sugared deserts.

Overall, I was tickled with how this turned out. I highly recommend you put aside your negative notions and give it a go – you will not be disappointed.

Holiday Fruit Cake

  • Servings: 8-12 Depending on Slice Size
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

  • 1/2 c. shortening
  • 1 c. granulated sugar
  • 3 eggs, well-beaten
  • 1 tablesp. grated lemon rind
  • 1 tablesp. grated orange rind
  • 2 1/2 c. sifted cake flour
  • 1/2 teasp. salt
  • 1 c. chopped seeded raisins
  • 1 c. chopped walnuts
  • 1/2 c. cut-up candied cherries
  • 1/2 c. cut-up candied citron
  • 1/4 c. orange juice

Directions

Work shortening with the back of a spoon until light and fluffy. Then add sugar gradually, while continuing to work with the back of spoon until fluffy. Add eggs and lemon and orange rinds, stirring until thoroughly combined. Sift together flour, salt, and baking powder. Combine 1/2 c. of this flour mixture with combined raisins, walnuts, cherries, and citron. Add remaining flour mixture in halves, alternately with orange juice, to shortening mixture, blending well after each addition. Last, add raisin mixture, and mix well. Pour into a greased and floured 9″ x 5″ x 3″ loaf pan, and bake in a moderate oven of 325 F. for 1 1/2 hrs, or until done. This cake keeps well.


I cheated and used my electric mixer, instead of working with a spoon. I baked my cake in a metal pan and used the standard as a measure of doneness (toothpick inserted in middle).

Bon appetit!

1940's · 1944 · main dishes · soup · vintage recipes

Vintage Recipe: Mushroom Shrimp Bisque

There are several recipes in my 1944 Good Housekeeping cookbook that immediately intrigued me the very first time I flipped through it. The Apple Cheese Crisp I made a while back was one of said recipes, as was the recipe I tried today: Mushroom Shrimp Bisque.

Right off the bat, this recipe ticked all the boxes for me: mushrooms? Yes, please. Shrimp? Sign me up. Soup? Always. To boot, the recipe looked extremely simple and quick to get on the table during a busy week at the office. But the real kicker was the unique nature of the recipe. Located in a section of the cookbook that focused on combining two different canned ingredients to make a new dish, I thought the recipe for Mushroom Shrimp Bisque sounded creative and I could not wait to try it. 

Easy? Absolutely. The hardest part of this recipe was finding my can opener in the Kitchen Drawer from Hell. Fast? Without a doubt. I had this recipe done and on the table in less than 10 minutes. Now that’s what I call an ideal weeknight supper! This is GREAT, I thought to myself and I could not wait to dip my spoon into the bowl.

As I ladled the soup and delivered it to the table, I could tell the Mister and my Maman were not quite as enthusiastic as I was. “THAT’S what we’re having for dinner??”, the Mister asked. “What’s in here?”, asked my Maman. I excitedly shared the name of the recipe and we all took our first bite.

The glances at the dinner table told the tale. There was no immediate reaction of “wow!” or even furrowed brows whilst we decided if we enjoyed the soup or not. There was silence. 

The Mister, brave former Marine that he is, piped up first with “it doesn’t really have any flavor, does it?” My Maman quickly agreed that it was very, very bland. Staunch defender of my own cooking that I am, even I couldn’t put a positive spin on this one. What a disappointment. 

So what DID it taste like? Well, frankly, it tasted like a warm bowl of milk with things floating in it. Actually, plain warm milk probably would have been better. The soup lacked any taste of mushroom or shrimp. None of us could discern any hint of tabasco, onion, or sherry either. To say it was an unsatisfying supper would be an understatement. It was very, very bland. In fact I commented that it would be a nice soup for someone requiring a bland diet. 

If you do happen to have a medical condition that requires you drop a few pounds and eat a bland diet, nutritionally this soup isn’t bad: in just 77 calories you get 50% of your daily vitamin D needs as well as over 5 grams of protein. Normally I don’t do a nutritional analysis of the recipes I try, but I’m trying to make lemonade here! 

That all being said, I appreciate the recipe for what it was – a creative way for a woman to feed her family a nutritious meal on a tight budget during a time of war and food rationing. If it was 1944 and this was my dinner, I would have been mighty glad to have had it.

Mushroom Shrimp Bisque

  • Servings: 6
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

  • 1 can condensed cream of mushroom soup, undiluted
  • 1 ½ c. bottled milk or ¾ c. evaporated milk and ¾ c. water
  • 1 c. canned or cooked shrimp
  • Dash tabasco sauce
  • 1 teasp. minced onion or chives
  • 1 to 1 1/2 tablesp. sherry (optional)

Directions


Stir together the mushroom soup, milk, and shrimp, which have been flaked after removal of the black vein down the back. Then add the tabasco and onion, and heat well but do not boil. Just before serving, add the sherry if desired. Serves 6.


I used canned shrimp for this recipe, draining the liquid as a treat for the cat. He refused it. I should have known.

Bon appetit!

1940's · 1944 · beans · beef · main dishes · side dishes · vintage recipes

Vintage Meal: Somerville Meat Loaf and Mashed Potatoes with Lima Beans and Scallions

Winter is still in full swing here in the United States and after feeling a bit under the weather for the better part of a month, I decided some good old-fashioned comfort food was in order. 

I asked The Mister what he was craving and all I got was “meat” as a response. Pressing harder, he narrowed it down to beef so I set off in search of a relatively quick dinner – so many of the beef recipes in my Good Housekeeping cookbook take quite a long time. There is one recipe in particular (involving, beef, bacon and dill pickles) that I am especially intrigued by, however it takes a full 2 hours of simmering time and a busy business housekeeper just can’t pull that off during the week. 

So, I gave the Mister three options – Beef Curry, which he vetoed; Creamed Beef on Toast, which he so eloquently referred to by its military nickname of S**t on a Shingle; and meatloaf. He enthusiastically chose the meatloaf, so meatloaf it was. Not quite as quick of a turnaround time as I had hoped, but we still managed to eat at a respectable hour.

I, of course, have made many a meatloaf in my day and tried many recipes – sometimes I’ve used no recipe at all. Meatloaf’s saving grace is that it’s pretty darn hard to screw up. Even a “bad” meatloaf is usually still salvageable with the right condiments. One of my favorite recipes for meatloaf comes from a famous YouTube chef and includes mushrooms, celery, and Worcestershire sauce. It’s divine. It is also extremely time sensitive and also somewhat expensive, making it a special occasion meatloaf. And, somehow, special occasion and meatloaf just don’t belong in the same sentence.

Anyway, of all the meatloaf recipes I’ve tried I’ve never made one with horseradish and I was mightily intrigued. 

It took me about half an hour to get the meatloaf prepped and into the oven, and I was able to prepare the mashed potatoes and lima beans while the meatloaf baked. The mashed potatoes were just average run-of-the-mill. I didn’t use a recipe. 

The lima bean recipe,  however, is also from my 1944 cookbook. I LOVE lima beans. I feel like lima beans are much maligned as a boring bean, not that there’s necessarily an exciting bean I suppose. But I do love them and usually eat them plain, maybe with a touch of salt and pepper for seasoning. Come to think of it, I don’t believe I’ve ever made a recipe out of lima beans. So, I was very excited to try this dish out.

I didn’t time myself making the lima beans, but I would say it took roughly 20 minutes from start to finish. I used frozen beans and microwaved them, so that cut down on the cook time. They were very, very easy to make. I also learned a new cooking term – bean liquor. Who knew? I always call the cooking liquid bean juice. Bean liquor is definitely a more sophisticated term than bean juice and is now firmly entrenched into my vernacular.  

Right at 60 minutes, the meatloaf was done as were the mashed potatoes and the lima beans. At first blush, the meatloaf looked…like it imploded. I was a little worried as I lifted it out of the pan and onto a plate. As I cut two slices for the Mister, the meatloaf started falling down like a brick wall without mortar. Yes, I realize it may have held together a bit better had I let it cool down for 15-20 minutes instead of 2. But we were hungry and I wanted to enjoy dinner while it was still hot. 

And the result?

After one bite of the lima beans, the first word out of the Mister’s mouth was “Wow!” followed immediately by another “wow” and “these are awesome!”.

And they were. The scallions gave a nice hint of onion flavor but were not overpowering. Lima beans, much as I love them, can be a bit flat but in this dish they were elevated to a new dimension. I’m not sure the paprika added much flavor but did lend a nice color to the – ahem – bean liquor that formed the sauce. Perfectly seasoned, creamy, and unique, this dish will most certainly make it into my permanent recipe file. The Mister and I each gave it 5/5 stars (my Maman did not try them). In fact, the recipe was supposed to serve 4-6 but the two of us devoured them all in one sitting – that in and of itself, should tell you how delicious they were. My dedicated carnivore husband loved them more than the meatloaf. 

Speaking of the meatloaf…

The meatloaf, as I mentioned, was so moist it fell apart. Nothing is worse than a dry meatloaf, and this recipe didn’t disappoint in that regard.

As to the taste, well, the results were a bit shocking. Who knew horseradish could be so controversial?

As a backstory, the Mister loves wasabi (and most wasabi sold in the USA is essentially green horseradish). My Maman hates horseradish. I like it, but it wouldn’t necessarily be the first condiment I reach for when I’m rooting around the refrigerator. That being said, my Maman and I loved the meatloaf. We both thought the horseradish gave the meatloaf a really nice flavor and voted it 5/5 stars. The Mister, on the other hand, said the meatloaf was good but the horseradish “just hangs on”. He said if I use the recipe again to skip the horseradish entirely. Then he got up and retrieved the ketchup bottle from the refrigerator. After squirting America’s favorite condiment on his meatloaf, he pronounced it better balanced and finished his serving. He did not go back for seconds of the meatloaf and voted it 3.5/5 stars. He also firmly declined the opportunity to take a meatloaf sandwich to work the next day. So perhaps 3.5 stars may have been pushing it.

Overall, I enjoyed dinner quite a bit. Regardless of what the Mister thought, I would personally make the meatloaf again exactly as it was written. And the lima beans? They were unequivocally the star of the show and I cannot wait to make them again soon.

I highly recommend both recipes and the dinner menu as a whole. 

Somerville Meatloaf

  • Servings: 6
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 lbs. chuck beef, ground
  • 1/4 c. minced peeled onion
  • 1 1/3 c. fine soft bread crumbs
  • 2 teasp. salt
  • 1 egg
  • 4 teasp. bottled horseradish
  • 3/4 tsp dry mustard
  • 3 tablesp. minced green pepper
  • 3 tablesp. catchup
  • 1/2 c. bottled milk or 1/4 c. evaporated milk and 1/4 c. water

Directions

Mix all the ingredients, and turn into a greased or oiled 8 1/2″ x 4 1/2″ x 2 1/2″ loaf pan. Bake in a moderately hot oven of 400 F for 1 hr. Serves 6. For individual meat loaves, prepare as above. Then form into 6 individual loaves, arrange in a baking pan, and bake at 400 F for 30 min. 1/4 lb sausage meat may replace an equal amount of the ground beef.

Lima Beans and Scallions

  • Servings: 4-6
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

  • 2 c. shelled green lima beans
  • 6 scallions, thinly sliced
  • 2 tablesp. butter or margarine
  • 1 tablesp. flour
  • 1/4 teasp. paprika
  • 1/2 teasp. salt
  • speck pepper

Directions

Cook lima beans until tender. Drain, reserving 1/2 c. bean liquor. Simmer scallions in butter for 2 min; then stir in flour. Add bean liquor, and cook, stirring, until thickened. Add beans, remaining ingredients, and heat. Serves 4-6.

I used the entire scallion – both green and white parts.

Bon appetit!

1940's · 1944 · desserts · main dishes · vintage recipes

Vintage Recipes: A 1944 Meal – Tuna Stuffed Peppers and Apple Cheese Crumble

I can’t believe it’s been over a month since I cooked from my 1944 Good Housekeeping Cook Book. Oh, I’ve thought about it numerous times…opened my vintage tome and perused the pages in search of an inspiring recipe. Yet, despite my good intentions nothing made it off the page and into our hungry bellies. You know what they say about good intentions. Well, turns out the road to the fast food drive thru is paved with them as well. 

In my defense, it’s been quite a hectic month: my belle-mere came for a 3 week visit, instead of our two front teeth we all got Covid for Christmas, storms blew through that managed to knock out both our power and the internet, and amongst all of that this business housekeeper managed to find herself a brand spanking new job. Excuses, all of them, but there we have it. No use crying over spilt milk. Get back on the horse, they say, and so I did.

For my first experiment with mid-century cooking in 2024, I decided to make not one but two dishes. It’s unseasonably cold where I live and I was craving something comforting, something warm, and something stick-to-your-ribs. I had seen both of the recipes I chose to make during my first flip-through of the cookbook and have been anxiously awaiting the perfect time to make them. Thanks to Old Man Winter, the opportunity finally presented itself.

For the main course, I made Tuna Stuffed Peppers. I love traditional stuffed peppers. I also love tuna. So I thought this dish would be delicious and I wasn’t wrong. 

From start to finish, it took an hour and half to get this on the table – an hour of prep and a half hour in the oven. The recipe calls for cooked diced potatoes and had I a can or two of potatoes lying around, the prep time would have been cut down by at least 15 minutes. But alas, I had no canned potatoes. I did, however, have 5 pounds of formerly fresh spuds sprouting eyes that needed to be used yesterday. So remembering the old saying “Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without”, I happily peeled, diced, measured, and boiled my potatoes. 

Overall, the recipe was very straightforward and easy to make. I learned from my past tuna-related white sauce fiasco and cranked the heat when I made the sauce this time and it came together properly, thank goodness. I stuffed the peppers and put them in a 8×8 glass casserole dish, setting them aside whilst I made dessert.

For dessert, I selected Apple-Cheese Crisp. I’ve made many a fruit crisp in my day, but this one was intriguing due to the addition of cheese. Of course, apple pie and cheddar cheese have long been a dynamic duo – sitting side by side on the dessert plate, not necessarily baking in the same dish. I was very excited to try this. 

The Apple-Cheese Crisp took just over 20 minutes to get oven ready and, again, was very easy to make. The recipe serves 6-7, and it was just us three for dinner so I halved the recipe and the portions were perfect with no leftovers. 

A delightful surprise, the peppers and the dessert both required baking at 350 so I put them in the oven at the same time. The peppers required 30 minutes to bake and the crisp, an hour. The timing was perfect. By the time we were done with dinner, the Mister had just enough time to do the dinner dishes before the apple crisp came out of the oven. 

As to the dishes, I am happy to report that they were both delicious!

The Tuna Stuffed Peppers were just rich and filling enough to be comforting on a cold, winter’s evening without being overly heavy. At first taste they seemed to need salt, but after eating a few more bites it became apparent that they were perfectly seasoned. My Maman gave the dish 4/5, knocking off one star because she doesn’t like green peppers. She thought the filling tasted like a tuna casserole, except stuffed in a pepper. I agree. The peppers themselves gave just a hint of flavor to the tuna stuffing and provided a nice balance. I particularly enjoyed the potatoes – I thought that they not only bumped up the nutrition of the dish but gave a nice flavor as well (as opposed to the standard egg noodles found in traditional tuna casseroles). I would definitely make this dish again. 

And what did The Mister think? 

He, too liked the dish and gave it 4/5. So what caused him to withhold the final point? 

In my very first Dispatch I mentioned Dearest Aunt, who is a cooking legend in our family and whose last visit to our home and whose love of old recipes partially inspired this blog. Dearest Aunt and The Mister share a mutual affection – she likes to feed him and he LOVES to eat her cooking. Her stuffed pepper recipe (which bears no similarity to this one) is one of his favorite things to eat. So when reviewing his adoring wife’s attempt at stuffed peppers, The Mister commented: “I gave it 4/5 stars only because it’s not Dearest Aunt’s. Dearest Aunt has ruined me for stuffed peppers.”

So there you have it. 

On cue, the oven timer went off and the Apple-Cheese Crisp was ready. I was hopeful it would taste as good as it smelled and I was not disappointed.

After one bite, The Mister’s eyebrows went up and he said “Wow!”. My favorite reaction, of course. After the second bite he furrowed his brow and asked what was in the dish. Needless to say, he was gobsmacked when I told him it was cheese. 

My Maman loved it as well. She said it was like apple pie, but with a surprise. She gave it 5/5.

The Mister gave it 4.5/5, explaining that he’s “not a huge apple dessert guy. The cheese saved it from being torturous to eat.” He was in rare form, to be sure. 

I enjoyed it quite a bit as well. I love fruit pies, but pie crust is my sworn enemy. As a result, I have grown to appreciate the simplicity of crumbles, crisps, and cobblers. This recipe was very easy to make and tasted like a good apple pie without all of the frustration and foul language. Ahem. 

Overall, I was pleased as punch with my dinner and would gladly make both dishes again.

Tuna Stuffed Peppers

  • Servings: 4
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

  • 4 large green peppers
  • 2 c. diced cooked potatoes
  • 1, 7 oz can tuna fish (1 c.)
  • 1 tablesp. butter or margarine
  • 1 tablesp. flour
  • 1/2 teasp. salt
  • 1/8 teasp. pepper
  • 1/8 teasp. celery seeds
  • 1 c. evaporated milk
  • 1/2 c. soft bread crumbs
  • 1/3 c. grated processed American Cheddar cheese

Directions

Wash peppers; cut off tops, and remove seeds. Cook in boiling salted water for 10 min.; drain. Combine potatoes and tuna, broken into chunks. Melt the butter in a saucepan. Add flour, salt, pepper, and celery seeds and stir smooth; add milk gradually, while stirring, and cook until thickened. Add to potato-tuna mixture, and blend. Fill peppers with this mixture, and top with bread crumbs combined with cheese. Bake in moderate oven of 350 F for 30 minutes. Serves 4.

I didn’t have celery seeds on hand and replaced the salt and celery seeds with 1/2 teaspoon of celery salt. Tuna, at least in my local shops, no longer comes in 7 oz cans so I used 2 standard sized cans of tuna packed in water.

Apple Cheese Crisp

  • Servings: 6-7
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

  • 6 c. cored, pared, sliced apples
  • 1 teasp. cinnamon or mixed cake spice
  • 1 tablesp. lemon juice
  • 1/2 c. corn syrup
  • 1/2 c. granulated sugar
  • 2/3 c. sifted all purpose flour
  • 1/4 teasp. salt
  • 1/3 c. butter or margarine
  • 1/4 lb processed American Cheddar cheese, grated (1 c.)

Directions

Arrange apples in greased, shallow baking dish about 10″ x 6″ x 2″. Sprinkle with cinnamon. Pour lemon juice and corn syrup over apples. Combine sugar, flour, and salt; cut in butter until mixture is consistency of coarse corn meal. Lightly stir in cheese. Top apples with this mixture. Bake, uncovered, in moderate oven of 350 F for 1 hr., or until apples are very tender. Serve warm, with or without cream. Serves 6-7.

Bon Appetit!

1940's · 1944 · WWII

Dispatches from the Front: Naples, January 1-8,1944

Welcome, 2024! To say that I am glad 2023 is now in the rearview mirror would be the understatement of the century. Last year wasn’t ALL bad, mind you, just mostly. Thank goodness 2024 is off to a much better start and I am looking forward to the next 12 months with hopeful anticipation.

80 years ago a lot of folks felt the same way as I do now – reflecting on a year best forgotten and praying for peace (both in the world and in the heart) in the days to come. January 1, 1944 saw World War II in full swing and, unbeknownst to the weary world, D-Day was still a year and a half away.

One of those undoubtedly praying for peace was my dearest Grandpa, pictured above, handsome as could be, in his US Army Signal Corps uniform taken on December 6, 1943 in Naples, Italy. My grandfather served honorably, like so many other brave men, from 1942 until October of 1945. He was the epitome of The Greatest Generation.

Unfortunately, my Grandpa passed away when I was just 10 years old, so I was never able to know him as an adult and ask the limitless questions I have about life back then. I do, however, have the journal he kept during his time in the service and am grateful to be able to read his unfiltered words. What have I learned from reading his journal?

I’ve learned that war isn’t all guts and glory. I’ve learned that war, like everything else in life, is multifaceted. I’ve learned that, sometimes, war is boring. I’ve learned that, sometimes, it’s mundane. I’ve learned that, sometimes you even laugh. I’ve learned it’s true that there are no atheists in fox holes and I’ve learned that homesickness is sometimes the worst sickness of them all.

To that end, my Grandpa was the original familial author of Dispatches from 1944 and throughout this year I will post selections from his wartime musings in his honor. Let us remember and learn from the past. History forgotten has a tendency to repeat itself and the darkest days of 1944 should remain in history books and not on the nightly news.

So without further ado, I bring you Dispatches from the Front.


New Years Day, 1944 in Naples

More rain and no mail yet. Got up in time for dinner. Spent very quiet day. Played 500 with Bunk & Doop tonight and won 2 out of 4 games. Finished last game 2000 –

Sunday, January 2, 1944 in Naples

Went to church this morning and had Holy Communion. Had turkey for dinner. Worked on protector frame at IC this afternoon. Received two journals but still no letters. I wonder why?

Monday, January 3, 1944 in Naples

Worked all day at IC on frame. Went to 15th FC dance at wing theater. WAC’s were there. We had ice cream, coffee, punch, and cookies. Very nice party.

Tuesday, January 4, 1944 in Naples

Worked in IC all day on frame. Played cards tonight with Bunk, Voj, and Doop. Received two journals but still no letters.

Wednesday, January 5, 1944 in Naples

Worked in IC on frame all day. Still no letters. Am getting worried. Spent a quiet evening reading in bed.

Thursday, January 6, 1944 in Naples

Worked on protector frames in our hut all day. Had supper and spent the evening at Tony and Rita’s house. Still no letters.

Friday, January 7, 1944 in Naples

One year ago today I joined the 562nd in Drew Field. I have come a long way since then. Worked in IC on frame all day. Played 500 with Bunk, and Voj, and Doop. Doop and I won 2 out of 3 games. Still no letters.

Saturday, January 8, 1944 in Naples

Well, I finally received a letter dated December 20 and I feel very much better now. I worked on frame in IC all day. Went to show tonight and saw “Five Graves to Cairo”. It was very good.

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The Exact Opposite of a Vintage Christmas

The old saying goes, God laughs when you make plans. Well, I guess God is having a good ole belly laugh right now!

As you likely assume, based on the subject matter of this blog, I had a delightfully vintage Christmas planned. I had plans to make cookies, fudge, and Christmas puddings. I had plans to make a classic 1940’s Christmas dinner menu out of my Good Housekeeping Cook Book. I had plans to scour the local antique stores for charming decorations from days past. I had plans to curl up in front of the fire with a bowl of popcorn and watch White Christmas, Christmas in Connecticut, and It Happened on Fifth Avenue. Oh, I had plans alright.

But it seems God had other plans. More modern plans, shall we say. The most modern plans possible, in fact. 

Instead of carols and cookies, this year we are celebrating with…coughing and Covid! All of us. Myself, the Mister, my Maman, and my Belle-mère all managed to catch the dreaded Covid after avoiding it for nearly 4 years. 

Instead of sipping mulled wine, we’re doing shots of liquid cold medicine. Instead of baking my favorite Pfeffernuse cookies, I baked banana bread. (And yes, that was entirely unintentional. I had bananas that were about to go off and needed to use them. It wasn’t until I was halfway through mixing the batter that I remembered the Great Banana Bread Bake-Off of 2020.) Instead of misting the air with the essence of pine, we’re spraying Lysol. 

What can I say? It’s the perfect ending to what has truly been a textbook definition of an annus horribilis. Bah humbug. 

That being said, it could be much worse and for that I am very grateful. 

One bright spot this year has been the commencement of this blog. Though it is most certainly in its infant stages, I have big plans for the coming 12 months. 2024 marks the 80th year gone by since 1944 and I am excitedly planning many posts. I’ve only just dipped my little toe in the waters that are the recipes in my Good Housekeeping cookbook and I look forward to sharing an abundance of recipes, in addition to more posts on fashion, the arts, and mid-century life in general. I hope you’ll come along for the ride.

Until we meet here again, I hope you celebrate the end of 2023 in good health. 

Joyeux Noël et bonne année! 

1940's · 1944 · Appetizers · vintage recipes

Vintage Recipe: Ham and Olive Spread

Thanksgiving in the United States has come and gone and we are now firmly into the Christmas season. For a homemaker, the holiday season is a delight – baking scrumptious treats of all manner, trying new recipes, and creating menus for gatherings large and small. Of course, all of this cooking usually means one thing…leftovers!

Leftovers and our national holiday of unabashed gluttony go hand-in-hand. Even though we didn’t host Thanksgiving this year we still had leftovers – dearest sister-in-law graciously sent us home with an abundance of ham. While I don’t mind eating leftovers for several days in a row, the Mister will only abide the same meal for so long before the components absolutely must be transformed into a new dish. And that is precisely where we found ourselves last week. 

Normally, my absolute favorite leftover ham dish is Scalloped Potatoes and Ham but sadly lack of both preparation and energy meant that it was not a possible solution this time. Instead, I got out my 1944 Good Housekeeping Cook Book and selected a recipe that I thought would be excellent to try this time of year – Ham and Olive Spread. This recipe not only uses up leftover ham but is perfect for entertaining! Exactly the kind of budget-saving trick a good 1940’s homemaker would have employed during the rationing years and one we need to return to in these days of obscene inflation.

The spread came together very quickly with nothing but ingredients I always keep on hand (excepting, of course, the ham). The Mister diced the ham whilst I tackled the olives and we were ready to eat in no time flat. Obviously, this recipe was intended to be served as an appetizer and not a main course, but we chose to enjoy it as our dinner along with a few other leftover odds and ends. 

As to the taste?

The Worcestershire sauce was most certainly a predominant flavor in this dish. While the mayonnaise acted mostly as a binder, the Worcestershire sauce gave the spread a rich flavor that enhanced the ham. My husband and I both had the same assumption as we took our first bite: between the ham and the olives we expected this spread to be extraordinarily salty. And it wasn’t. At first. However, the more we ate, the saltier it got. The Mister commented that he could not eat this spread on a sandwich the way he would an ordinary ham salad. I agree. The recipe indicated it should be served with crackers and buttered bread. We tried both and it was definitely more enjoyable with the bread. 

If I were to serve this to guests, I would prepare it as a canape and serve it on a buttered, toasted baguette or rye or pumpernickel bread.

Overall, it was an easy and economical way to use leftover ham and I would consider making it again if I was entertaining and had an abundance of ham in the refrigerator. The saltiness of this spread means it’s not particularly enjoyable in large quantities but it would make a lovely addition to any cocktail party.

Ham and Olive Spread

Ingredients

  • 1/8 lb. minced, cooked ham (2/3 c)
  • 1/2 c. minced stuffed olives
  • 2 tablesp. minced parsley
  • 1 tablesp. Worcestershire sauce
  • 1/4 c. mayonnaise

Directions


Combine all ingredients and use as a spread on buttered or toasted bread, or crisp crackers.

Bon appetit!

1940's · main dishes · vintage recipes

Vintage Recipe: Tuna and Mushroom Casserole

After two beef recipes in a row, I decided to break out of the barnyard and try my hand at a vintage seafood recipe. After flipping through my 1944 Good Housekeeping Cook Book, I  selected Tuna and Mushroom Casserole for another weeknight meal. After all, what could be more quintessentially vintage than tuna casserole?

The first recipe for a tuna casserole is believed to have been published in 1930 with, as is usually the case, copycat versions soon to follow. In 1934 Campbell’s introduced their now world-famous condensed Cream of Mushroom soup and the popularity of tuna casserole soared. Prior to the introduction of Campbell’s concoction, tuna casseroles were made with a white sauce and, despite the widespread availability of canned cream of mushroom soup in 1944, this recipe is made using the original method. After making this recipe, I must say that I have a newfound appreciation for canned cream of mushroom soup.

The recipe itself was not altogether difficult to make, but it was more time consuming than I anticipated thanks to…the white sauce! Yes, I understand fully now why Campbell’s little creation was a game changer in the realm of tuna casseroles. 

Four recipes into the Good Housekeeping Cook Book and I have noticed a trend: while the cookbook is purported to be for basic home cooks, there are quite a few blanks to fill in and the authors made some heady assumptions about the skill level of their readers. Case in point, the instructions for the white sauce gave no details about the temperature to set the stove at. Hindsight being 20/20 and all, I realize that I initially cooked the white sauce at too low of a temperature. I knew enough not to set the hob on high, but evidently medium-low (on my stove, at least), wasn’t quite hot enough. Medium-high? That was the ticket. 

It took me exactly 40 minutes to get this casserole in the oven. Had I cooked the white sauce at the correct temperature, it likely would have taken half that time. But alas, 40 minutes it did take plus another 30 in the oven. An hour and ten minutes? Way, way too long for a weeknight supper. 

Naturally, however, no one minds waiting for dinner if it’s delicious. What did the Mister think? He said the recipe was a bit heavy, ironically enough, on the tuna. My Maman said she thought it would have tasted better with canned mushrooms. I thought it had a delicate flavor that perhaps was just a bit bland. Oddly enough, despite the ungodly amount of potato chips that were in this dish, it needed salt. Go figure.

Were I to make this recipe again, I would reduce the tuna by one can (the recipe called for a 13 ounce can. I used three, 4 ounce cans) and I would try my Maman’s suggested swap of the canned mushrooms. 

I served this Tuna and Mushroom Casserole with bread and butter. And an extra dry gin martini. Because sometimes a busy business housekeeper needs to relax after spending 40 minutes standing over a hot stove making white sauce following a long day in the office. 

Overall, 3.5/5 stars. 

Tuna and Mushroom Casserole

  • Servings: 6
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

  • 3 tablesp. butter or margarine
  • 1 tablesp. fat or salad oil
  • 4 tablesp. flour
  • ¼ teasp. pepper
  • 2 ¼ c. milk
  • 1, 3 ¾ oz pkg potato chips, crushed
  • 1, 13 oz can tuna fish, coarsely flaked (2 c.)
  • ¾ c. sauteed, sliced, fresh mushrooms

Directions


Melt butter and fat in double boiler; stir in flour and pepper; stir in milk gradually. Cook until smooth and thickened. Combine ¾ of the crushed potato chips, the fish, mushrooms, and the sauce. Pour into a greased 1 ½ qt. casserole; top with the rest of the crushed potato chips. Bake in a moderately hot oven of 375 F for 30 minutes. Serves 6.

What would a wartime home cook do? She would use what she had in her store cupboard instead of buying ingredients and that is precisely what I did. I used 3 cans of oil-packed yellowfin tuna and rehydrated so-called gourmet dried mushrooms. I also used rendered bacon fat and whole milk.

Suggested Variations: I would absolutely recommend the addition of either frozen or canned peas.

Bon appetit!