by Joanne Rock
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When I was writing historical romance, I was frequently
frustrated by the lack of texts handed down
by women. There are a few notable
pieces from medieval times, spiritual writings or diaries, penned by powerful
nuns or queens who could afford the expense of preserving their thoughts and
who were well educated enough to write them down. Some of the more mundane
texts by women that have survived the times are recipes, cooking instructions
and ingredients lists that sometimes contain amusing asides about potential
preparation hazards.
I am not surprised that at least a few of these writings
survive given the necessity of cooking in everyday life and how much it has
dominated feminine time for decades. Even now, when we can throw dinner in an “Insta-Pot”
we still need to share recipes and idea for how to best use the tools
available, and there is no escape the endless rounds of shopping for
ingredients. Cooking take time. Furthermore, with studies showing that kids who
take part in regular family meals are more well-adjusted, happier, higher
achieving, you name it, we are called upon to make a ritual of eating. That
means more thoughtful planning, table setting, shopping. If we’re lucky, there
will be wine.
I have a binder full of recipes that I’ve acquired since
getting married. My favorites are written in loved ones’ handwriting. My
grandmother’s scrawled notes on cheesecake. Beloved dinner meals from my youth
that my mother wrote down for me. My mother in law’s bonus notes on choosing
cuts of meat after I confided that I was often flummoxed at the butcher window.
I feel the love when I read those notes.
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But there are other personal recipes that call to me, too. I
have a handful of emails from my critique partner, Catherine Mann, from the
crazy years when we were both trying to sell our first books, writing
constantly while raising lots of kids. Cathy’s asides are all about how to make
things better, faster and tastier, how to adjust a main meal for the younger
set so that there’s less time spent on prep. Like every other arena of my life,
my cooking efficiency benefitted from her friendship.
In a life filled with books, my recipe binder is one of my
most important. When I move houses during the year, it’s one that always goes
with me. I can understand why medieval women made sure their cooking notes were
well protected throughout their lifetime. Long after my latest romance novel is
out of print, I hope my granddaughters will find something to smile about in
the cooking adventures of their granny Joanne.
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Friends, my husband brought home a rice cooker for me this
week. Any hints? Fav recipes to share for a writer still looking to make the
kitchen work faster, easier and tastier? I’d love to hear any and all dinner
suggestions! I’ll give one random poster an advance copy of my May Harlequin
Desire, The Magnate’s Marriage Merger.
In the meantime, I hope you’ll look for the prequel book, The Magnate’s Mail-Order Bride, available April 1 from Harlequin
Desire!