Thursday, March 13, 2014
Tumble Toasted Talk
Tumble-Toasted sounds like writing a Tumblr after a few vodka and tonics. Maybe I'll try that sometime, but it's too early and also this is my blog. Oh, right - my blog. It's all coming back to me now...
So yeah, here we are...it's been awhile. I have a Tumblr named Kitsch and Retro which is sort of the short version of this blog, which I've had a long time. I don't know what I'm doing with it in 2014 but I really like writing about vintage/retro, old cookbooks and domestic history in general. So there's that.
And I keep seeing domestic advice columns in old newspapers* that are really interesting and I think, I could put that on Kitchen Retro, couldn't I?
Maybe what I might do here is write about all the bits that I've tried to separate out into other blogs. Weird culinary history - like how Napoleon loved eggs so much he made some French chefs create the largest omelet you've ever seen. Or how much Walt Whitman loved pie (answer: a lot).
And old remedies, many of which were made from food ingredients and were absolutely a part of domestic, everyday life. That's what I love, the history of the everyday. Stuff the history books don't tell you.
In other words, opening this blog up - beyond the kitchen, but still, you know, coming back to the kitchen. Oh, which reminds me. I do actually have something in the oven and I am forgetting it, writing this. Pumpkin bread, I'm coming!
OK, got it.
I want to be more relaxed in this blog, too. Tell you about stuff I do as a retro-ish house-tamer/cook/bottle-washer, for example. I did get a bit overwhelmed crafting little history essays and that's not what I want and probably not what you, the reader, wants either. More personal, more relaxed, more fun? Yes indeed! But still lots of wonderful old ads, full of "crispy goodness [that] makes them golden toasty all over."
*I do a lot of history/genealogy research for other writing projects that involve old newspapers and then I get lost in all the ads, classifieds and stories about people and start wondering what happened to them and then two hours have gone by...