Glenn bakes/cooks on Sundays, and has a great collection of antique recipe books from which he works, just as it comes.
He also waves his arms a lot, pointing up and out, exactly like a flight attendant showing you the emergency exits. Then his partner comes in to taste and critique, usually with her mouth full, the morning's product.
I really liked them, and their knowledge of food history, specially Canadian, since that's where they are.
Here's a couple of his cake recipes.
The emergency cake may be one I'll try, though the Depression cake, involving boiling some ingredients ahead, I'm not sure about. I've seen that presented as Amish, too. Probably it's just frugal food, showing up all over.
And I needed some emergency food myself so I made yet a different cornbread, just cornmeal, no other flour, added in chopped walnuts, not bad.
Any recipe that says shortening I use butter, because it's what I have. This was before I found Glenn, or I might have tried his emergency cake. Which sounds like a contradiction in terms.
Reminded me a few years ago of a presentation by a developer to local township zoning board, claiming there was a desperate need for luxury housing in the township. Right.
Back to let them eat cornbread: with tea, I thawed out a couple of farm strawberries and arranged them ever so poshly on a slice of the emergency cornbread, like some sort of strawberry shortcake or something. Juice all over.
It ate better'n it looked.
