I've been a vegetarian for 16 years now, and I have a collection of cookbooks to prove it. For a while now my shrinking shelf space has put a halt to cookbook purchases because the alternative is to start storing them in the garage. And really, who gets inspired to cook in their garage?
So, I try to avoid buying cookbooks whenever I can. Really, I do. But then I came across this delightful-looking little book while thrifting. I loved its title and its illustrated cover:
Two dollars and 15 minutes later, I was sitting at my kitchen table ready to find out.
Turns out, vegetarians from the '70s enjoy a lot of the same stuff as vegetarians from 2011. With one exception. It's this thing the author calls a "two-hours-later" course. I had never heard of it before.
From page 9:
"So, the two-hours-later course came to be. This may consist of a great bowl of strawberries and a pot of cream, or maybe hot chocolate on a cold night, accompanied by thin slices of the torte that couldn't be finished earlier, or a platter of nuts and dried fruits with mulled wine. This two-hours-later course is especially recommended if grass is smoked socially at your house. If you have passed a joint around before dinner to sharpen gustatory perceptions, you most likely will pass another one after dinner, and everyone knows what that will do–the blind munchies can strike at any time."
After reading the passage on page 9, I read it again. (You know, just to make sure I got it right.)
Guess vegetarians did do things a little differently in the '70s. At least when it came to writing cookbooks.