You’ve heard that before. It’s a cliché attributed to any adult male who doesn’t like salad. Just give them red meat! (I have a son-in-law like that.) Well, I think I know where it originated.

Iceland!

Have you ever heard of lichen custard?

I used to collect cookbooks. Not any more—well, the occasional one—not when I have at hand a $1500 manual of culinary instructions and ideas. It’s called a computer. But among my priceless irreplaceable cookbooks are a few privately published ones with a special group’s recipes, for example, a Dorcas Society’s collection.

[A Dorcas society is a local fund-raising group of people, usually based in a church, with a mission, for example, of providing clothing to the poor. Dorcas societies are named after Dorcas (also called Tabitha), a person described in the Acts of the Apostles (Chapter 9, v. 36) Wikipedia] Cookbooks used to sell well—before computers. (Right now I am looking up fillings for wraps.)

To be continued…