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THE COOKBOOK OF THE STARS
After my circumstance with the vintage cook book Anne Marie gave me, I started snooping around my parents whore-house for additional sources of inspiration, and boy did I hit the jackpot.  This first one I chose to highlight is allegedly filled with dishes touted by hollywood stars of the 1940s, and surprisingly, the eatables actually seems good.  Nothing as shockingly bad as "fish custard" or tips for "ill cookery" here, though a healthy fruit salad containing both cream cheese and difficult cream seems like it would tip the scales more than lighten them.  
What impressed me most about this earmark, other than the amazing head-shots and captions of my favorite small screen idols (Humphrey Bogart in an apron???), is the comprehension and publicity to detail that is often skipped over in modern cook books.  Total chapters on entertaining, what linens to choose, what cuts of pork are kindest, whatever--all of these add to the home entertainer and amateur cook's experience.  I believe it has to do with the dwindling of formality and the shift from the home to elsewhere as the social center of one's spark of life.  Though many of the rules are dated and a bit stuffy, there's something charming about the painstaking meticulousness placed on what seems like worthless minutia.  Who knows, if I get bored enough I might bust out my linen's and see if they're up to snuff.  Fancy!
Note: Click on the photos to enlarge them so you can read the impossibly humble text.  Sorry I can't just post them larger!

I fianc how food pyramid oriented the menu is, like those posters we occupied to study in health class where grains made up 50% of your abstain.  
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