Another guestpost by Cluedo (the first can be found here). Many thanks to her for attempting this dish. I bought both (yes, there are two) Quickie cookbooks in a charity shop in Crouch End for £1 each.
It’s been a while since I had an adventure in the land of brewis, fidget pie, singin’ hinges and other stuff I have no idea what it is. This is partially due to the fact that I’ve been a lazy bastard too busy with other stuff, and partially due to Elly’s inability to chose a recipe for me, so I had to do it after all. Pffft… if you don’t do it yourself… But alas, Elly provided me with the perfect choice of book: the She Quickie Cookbook from 1965, which suggests the kind of Martha-Stewart-cooking-goddess that makes me reach for the sick bag. Each of the photo-story recipes “gives a hot meal that can be prepared and cooked in 15 minutes”, as verified by “Good Housekeeping Institute”, who timed and tested each recipe (feeling nauseous already?).
The book is “strictly for busy people” (and dwellers of bed-sits, the skint and dieters, the deserted husband, or “for beginners”). Being currently not particularly busy, not living in a bed-sit, not dieting, ok a bit skint, but certainly not a husband, I decided I would fall into the category “beginners”. Seeing that I’m not really one (a beginner, that is), I should be acing my recipe of choice, “Tomato Rarebit”.
To be honest, I was a teensy-weensy bit skeptical about the rather parsimonious time allotment when I discovered that the book contains recipes for varieties of stuffed vegetables (mushrooms, marrows and tomatoes to be precise). I have yet to find a stuffed anything recipe that takes less than 25 minutes of fiddling about with making the stuffing and then trying to coax it into tiny openings haphazardly cut into vegetables. By someone who once got an F in woodwork and handicrafts. In primary school.*
However, the recipe looked simple enough (in fact, so simple that “you can safely leave the menfolk to cook this for themselves”), and so I started my quest confidently, my good friend Catia acting as photographer and time-keeper (and starving stand-in husband).
But dear reader, I have to confess – I failed. And badly. I am useless. Even my (non-existing) husband would manage to assemble the below recipe in 15 minutes, whereas I, oh shame, have used twice the allotted time. Divorce on grounds of failing to provide nourishment to the head of the household in a quarter of an hour surely is the only deserving and reasonable outcome.
What can I say? My excuses will sound feeble to you, as they would to the fantastically patronising encouraging authors and publishers of women magazines across the world**
1) I was working in a kitchen that I was not familiar with, so getting the necessary implements together already took a bit longer
2) I didn’t read the instructions before starting, thinking that surely, if I would do so, that would then mean the recipes are NOT manageable in 15 minutes, but require 15 minutes PLUS reading time, so it would be false advertising. Surely, the esteemed SHE magazine would never do so? ***
3) They had a weird way of melting cheese in those days, using a bain-marie. I faithfully stuck to the instructions in the book and used one. It didn’t work. After 5 minutes, I transferred the cheese to a pot, but alas, this cost precious time.
Right, enough of the false excuses, on with the cooking:
The recipe is indeed easy-peasy. Other than using that new-fangled machine called “a toaster” instead of grilling the bread, I didn’t make any modifications – rather, I went out of my way to try and recreate that 60s feeling by buying cheap bacon rather than Saintesco’s finest, and stuck otherwise with the local corner shop for the other ingredients, too. All went according to plan, apart from the cheese fiasco – I thought initially, the cheese needed more milk sitting as it was in the bain marie, but when I transferred it into the pot, I realised I had far too much milk – even hastily added flour did not rectify this. As a result, the cheese sauce was a lot thinner than intended and didn’t brown off as much as I wanted. To my surprise, the end-result was nevertheless not a million miles away from the picture in the book, given that I didn’t have a smaller tray.
As for the taste – it was perfect comfort food for this sorry excuse of a summer we’re having at the moment [sorry, it’s taken me a while to get this up – E]. The Jet Stream can fugger right back off to where it belongs. Catia was very happy (she was starving though, so I guess she probably would have enjoyed seasoned cardboard at the time). We both agreed that thicker cheese sauce would be good. Also, there is no way that two slices of toast are enough – but they probably don’t make them like they used to back in the day. Other than that, it was fine.
A word on pricing. All in all, my shop cost me £5. If we generously discount the 2 bacon rashers I used for something else, the bread that wasn’t eaten as part of the dish and the bit of milk I used (not included in the £5), we could mark the price at around £4.20. The cookbook gives the price as 2/6 (or 0.125 of an old pound), which according to this website is worth either £1.86 using the RPI or £3.91 using average earnings. The RPI is a measure of price inflation, i.e. the difference between the cost of average goods between two years. It takes into account price inflation, but not wage inflation. The average earning thingy is a bit trickier, and it isn’t very well explained, so this is a bit of guesswork on my part. The £3.91 would be the amount of the average income that would have to be spent to buy the equivalent of what 2/6 bought in 1965. I think they might refer to purchasing power, which indeed would be the more accurate measure. In other words, what 2/6 bought back then buys you nearly the same as it did in 1965. I think.
Lastly, the calorie count. Is it still accurate? For any reader interested to know, I refer them to Arkell vs Pressdram
So, to sum up, a nice winter warmer, but nothing too exciting. I think I shall try the “Plaice Extase” next, if only because the name is so incredibly stupid that it has to be worth a blog.
*that would be me, then.
** to be fair, according to this [hilarious – E] article, She tried to be a bit different up until the 1980s.
*** Incidentally, She Magazine existed until August 2011, when it was abruptly shut down. I’m sure it’s not a great loss, given that most women’s magazines are about as feminist as Louise Mensch and Philip Blonde. It is good to know though that the first hit you get for She Magazine on Google is now for an LGBT magazine in Florida. Rock on Sisters!
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