Estate sales are my downfall. I’m one of those ladies who rightly should have the “Stops at Yard Sales” bumper sticker on the back of her car…but, I don’t. I’ll just confess it all to you here that I love to go treasure hunting at sales. I love looking at old stuff and deciding what I might need or not. Most often it’s “not” because I really don’t need anything more.
But then there was this weekend…
It’s a Saturday.
I’m on my way to the farmer’s market. I see the sign. I say to myself…
I will not stop. I will not stop. There’s nothing more that I need. I will not stop. I will go to the market. I will go home right after.
I get a great parking space right by the market, buy eggs and veggies, and put them in the car.
And then…can you guess? I walk to the estate sale that is just one block away in an empty store front. The displays of merchandise are set up so beautifully. So easy to get snagged. Who might need this book on College Typing? No one I know. But, it’s so cool. I love that blue.
It’s just like the blue in the expensive Italian tablecloths I’ve seen in stores but could never bring myself to buy. Like the one right over there. It looks brand new and would fit my round table perfectly and look just right with my yellow enamelware coffee pot on top. Gotta have it, right? Then there are old cookbooks. I’m pretty good about only picking up one if it is a collector’s item. I do love reading the wonderful descriptions and sage advice missing from our newer books.
For example these words from Mrs. DeGraf’s Cook Book (1922):
For those who have no oven regulator, and who experience difficulty in managing the oven, I would suggest purchasing an oven thermometer. It will soon pay for itself in the saving of food…
Careless measuring of salt will render a dish most unpleasant, if not entirely useless.
Most failures in cooking can be traced to careless measuring, not following the recipe accurately, or lack of proper heat regulation.
Mrs. DeGraf- I couldn’t agree with you more. I even wrote a blog about recipe accuracy. Did you know that? But your words below are my absolute favorites, Mrs. De Graf:
And how the children love cookies or cakes which have been made especially for them! The mother who is always too busy or lacks the imagination and skill to cater to children: who never makes wonderful animal cookies or fat, dumpy gingerbread and doughnut men, has really deprived her offspring of untold pleasure. Not only the eating of these mysterious, delightful creations, but to stand and watch them being made and to wait impatiently what seems ages before these miracles come out of the oven, all brown and fragrant. The memory of these childish joys is never forgotten.
I so remember waiting…impatiently…for these miracles! And for those words evoking a memory of childish joys? Saturday’s estate sale was so worth the stop.
Can’t wait to see what I turn up at the next one. 😉