Miss Fannie Merritt Farmer And My Grandmother

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Welcome to my first ever blog entry! Even with the massive number of cookbooks in my collection, it was a no-brainer on which one to select for the first entry. Since today would have been my Grandmother’s 113th birthday, I wanted to honor her. I have in my possession the classic Fannie Merritt Farmer cookbook, “The Boston Cooking School Cook Book,” first published in 1896. My Grandmother’s edition is from 1914, which means she bought it as a young college student. Inside on the second page she has written: Pauline Rose, 2205 College Street. Since she went to school in Cedar Falls, Iowa, I assume that was where she bought it. How I would love to know what she cooked from the book. Grandma attended a teacher’s college, as they were known back then, but she did take Home Economic courses. One of her cooking teachers was aptly named Miss Pancake. No joke.

Those of us who love to cook owe much to Miss Fannie Merritt Farmer, who helped to standardize the system of cooking measurements as we know them today. In old cookbooks, measurements were written as “a piece of butter the size of a walnut,” or “a teacup of milk.” Farmer decided one should have accuracy in cooking, which is why she came to be known as “the mother of level measurements,” such as the teaspoon and the cup. Miss Farmer also believed in pretty food presentations, such as cutting bread into heart shapes and placing it on a delicate flowered plate. She felt it just made people feel better about eating, and about healing them if they were ill. Miss Farmer also educated the world on food science, nutrition, sanitation, household management, convalescent cookery, and, of course, techniques of cooking and baking.

One of my favorite stories about Miss Farmer concerns the time when she inquired about getting her cookbook in print. Publishers were very leery of taking on a business venture designed by a woman, and insisted she pay all the initial printing costs out of her own pocket. Because of this chauvinistic attitude, she insisted upon retaining all the copyright and profits. Guess she had the last laugh!

The Boston Cooking School Cook Book has 38 Chapters including everything from soup garnishes and forcemeats to hot puddings, each chapter interesting in its own right. But what I found fascinating to read was the listing of her cooking classes. Her classes were one lesson weekly, for ten consecutive weeks, from 9am to 12:30 pm. Eight pupils constitute a class. Terms were $16.50, payable on the fourth lesson. At the very first lesson one would learn as follows:

How to use a gas range

Breakfast cereal

Dry toast

Milk toast

Baked apples

Creamed chicken

Boiled potatoes

Potato border

Boiled coffee

How cooking classes have changed! But they exist now in a large part to Miss Fannie Farmer, the feisty redhead from Massachusetts. She died at the age of 57, confined to a wheelchair, still lecturing 10 days before her death. I will end with her quote from the Preface of the cookbook:

“But for life the universe were nothing; and all that has life requires nourishment.”

This first blog written with admiration for Fannie Farmer and with love for my grandmother, Pauline Rose Lamb, who taught me so much about the joys and rewards of cooking from the heart. A day rarely goes by where she doesn’t enter my thoughts. Happy birthday, Grandma.

Pauline Rose Lamb

Born January 31, 1897 – Olin, Iowa

Died April 24, 1991 – Libertyville, Illinois

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6 Responses to Miss Fannie Merritt Farmer And My Grandmother

  1. February 2, 2010 at 10:06 pm #

    Debbie I so enjoyed reading your first posting on your cooking blog. I had not realized that Fanny Farmer was responsible for the standardization of measurements. I recognize the importance of this when I try to duplicate some of my mother’s recipes that call for a “handful” of some ingredient. Will you be doing this daily? Keep me in the loop. Good luck girl!

  2. February 16, 2010 at 2:54 pm #

    Great first entry and best of luck with your new blog.


  3. February 15, 2018 at 5:42 pm #

    This book has been a cooking Bible in our family since someone gave a 1941 copy to my father as a joke. Fanny knew her way around a home, especially the kitchen. We all love this book, all the recipes hold up to modern processes and ingredients. Super rhubarb pie!

    • February 15, 2018 at 9:43 pm #

      Thanks for writing, Mary Lynne. I’ll have to go check out the rhubarb pie. Funny story about your dad!

  4. May 12, 2018 at 5:21 am #

    Debbie, I loved reading this story about your dear grandmother! And it is the very first posting of your blog! I am reading each blog you have written. I have already read a lot of your blogs but I am now going through each one. Thank you for such fun reading! Lisa from Conroe

    • May 12, 2018 at 10:39 am #

      I am so touched that you are going back to read each blog. Since I started writing it over eight years ago, I switched over to Word Press and in the transition, the format is different and I lost some photos. One of these days, I will go back and fix the old blogs. Thank you for being one of my loyal followers!

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