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The Cook is in the Parlor

I stopped in a used bookstore yesterday and came out with a classic cookbook, The Cook is in the Parlor, by Marquerite Gilbert McCarthy in 1947. And, given the price and condition of the book, I got a bargain, too - I paid $12 where the going rate online is $15. Then again, it wasn't a first edition and lacked a cover.

The book itself came out at an interesting time - just after WWII. Before World War II, it was far more common for even middle class people in the US to have servants - especially maids and cooks. Magazines would have recipes for "cook's night out" or articles about coping when a servant quit before a big party. It was basically assumed that if you could afford a cook, you had one, or if you did your own cooking, you had help serving and cleaning.

But the war changed things, and servants were harder to come by, because no one wanted to be one. This is why prewar apartments in Manhattan, even middle class ones that a school teacher could afford, had maid's rooms, but postwar ones don't.

This cook book, therefore, is how to entertain when you don't have a servant. Which explains the title - instead of staying in the ktichen, the cook is also the hostess and must be there to entertain her guests. It's also a tiny bit about cooking on a budget and there's even a chapter on emergencies - what to do if your guests arrive on the wrong night. This seemed to be artful combining of canned soups, vegetables, fruits and meats (including, of all things, canned ground beef) with staples like rice or noodles and a bit of wine to create a meal.

The recipes themselves are...not useful unless you're an accomplished cook who knows how to judge quantities because she doesn't say how many each dish serves. I don't mind recipes in paragraph form, although I do prefer the list of ingredient types, but these are harder to follow than most. They're presented as menus, which can be useful, and various ways - Sunday brunch, Sunday supper, buffet, husband cooks (yeah, a separate chapter, and the recipes include "wash the greens and prepare the dressing for him to shake up." and "since men eat the fruit anyway, consider your fruit arrangement to be dessert as well as centerpiec" - which is actually a good idea, and one my mother-in-law applies for Thanksgiving to good effect.)

And the book is primarily about entertaining - how to set up a buffet table or little tray tables, for example, or how to be really well organized. Her recipes do include "make this day before" or "make in the morning" which is also helpful. But she also says that you need one maid for every four people for a formal dinner. She tells the story of her first Thanksgiving, when her maid quit. She'd made the entire meal, turkey and all, ahead of time, so things only needed to be reheated, but she drafted the guests of honor (all male) to be butlers when they arrived. Which is cute and amusing and they enjoyed themselves, but...I don't know.

And a lot of the recipes are not to my taste - heavy and sweet and even her formal dinners use canned fruit and molded salads/desserts. But such were the fashions of the times and often that would be the best way to get fruit.

On the other hand, there was another sign of how times have changed - she said how she made a "mock" chicken stew with chicken broth, veal, vegetables and dumplings made with chicken fat, and then she gave a recipe for lamb shanks that would have all her guests believe they were turkey legs.

It's hard to imagine a time when veal and lamb were the cheap meats and chicken and turkey were the luxuries.


I have a cookbook entitled "Cooking Without Cans" about cooking from your Victory Garden. It's lovely, and encourages people to keep cooking with fresh things even after they don't have to. Obviously, it talks about making do when you can't get things because of rationing, or other availablility issues.

I love old cookbooks.

The floor in my dining room has a small hole in it where the button for the bell for the servants was. Unfortunately the servants weren't included in the purchase price. *g*

There was a buzzer in the floor near my grandmother's seat in her dining room. This was in an NYC apartment. It worked, too, buzzed the kitchen next door. Grandma had help, of course, a housekeeper/cook all the time, and an extra cook for big family meals (seders, Thanksgiving), also nannies when my mother and her brother were small.

And as Mom has said, "veal was a byproduct of the dairy industry" - you didn't want male calves, the local farms weren't set up for raising beef cattle, so they sold the male calves for veal.

The apartment Debbie describes, that "even a middle-class schoolteacher could afford", is of course my parents' apartment. It has 2 front bedrooms and a maid's room. We always used it as a third bedroom, since there were me, my brother, and my sister, and they needed to separate the sexes (also, you wouldn't want a 12-year-old rooming with her infant brother). Now, it's the computer room/office, which it has been since my sister moved to Israel 30 years ago.

My grandparents' apartment had three front bedrooms, including one with a master-bath. Also, larger LR/DR, and two maid's rooms. One actually was the housekeeper's room, the nights she slept in; the other had the laundry machines and old 1940s-era fridge.

That apartment would sell for well north of a million dollars today (the building is a co-op), even with the cruddy pipes - by the time my grandmother died, the main bathroom was pretty much unusable.