It is true that a few of Mother’s culinary beginnings were on the conventional side. Why was Mother qualified to teach a cooking class? All through her life-and, as I have found, all through mine-the most unlikely enthusiasms, the most far-fetched experiences, have, after long dormancy, suddenly burst into applicable aptitudes. Little did she foresee that the noon editions of the newspapers would one cook-up day carry a hilarious story about her and the cucumbers scattered all over Kings highway in a fortunately otherwise harmless accident. Since cars were still rather scarce, ever-practical Mother arranged to have the grocer pick her up on his way to making his important delivery. The annual fall excitement was the cook-up in the church kitchen preparing jellies and “Senfgurken.” When pickling cucumbers began to turn yellow, the day would be set. Winter evenings were sometimes spent in telephonic conspiracy, sometimes in painting oilcloth bibs for the Church Bazaar and Mother’s boredom was great when reorders came in for three ducks chasing each other across the bib-bottom instead of the more venturesome patterns she preferred. Deep plots were hatched under her aegis both at the Alliance and at the Wednesday Club, another ladies’ organization to which they all belonged.

Roger Rowse, a forthright Bostonian and parliamentarian par excellence. Louis Post-Dispatch, Mother derived frequent edification, and not a little amusement.There was, too, in this group Mrs. From Charlotte, the youngest of the trio, whose comments on all civic crises appeared regularly in the correspondence column of the St. To Grace, her imposing sister, she was indebted for the insistence that when she write her cookbook it be written as though everyone were a fool in the kitchen-advice assiduously followed. With Bella Mother founded the Children’s Lunch Association, later taken over by the Board of Education on a city-wide basis.

How she loved the group which made up the Women’s Alliance! Particularly the Taussig sisters: Bella, Grace and Charlotte. This is the tale of an acorn-a few recipes circulated by my mother, Irma von Starkloff Rombauer, for a class she was asked to hold in the early 1920’s for the benefit of a Unitarian church in St. If you have benefitted from any of our materials, and/or if making Unitarian Universalist intellectual heritage materials widely available and free is a value to you, please donate whatever you can–every little bit helps: Donate Harvard Square Library exists solely on the basis of donations.

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