The Berkeley Co-op Cookbook Sandbox
How I Learned to Read- and Cook- from the Proto-Feminist Beatniks of the 60s
One rainy Mendocino January, I house-sat with Jon and Becky in a rural cabin off the grid. There were few ingredients in the pantry for our meals; no store nearby. I had a little bit of ground chuck in my cooler..
Out of my Pre-School memories, from when I was a toddler in 1960s Berkeley, I came up with an idea that matched the cabin’s spice cabinet.
“I’m going to make ‘Norwegian Meatballs,” I announced, like the Blue Ribbon Winner at the Minnesota State Fair.
No one knew what I was talking about.
