Being a product of the sixties my mother's main purpose for living (so I thought) was to please and care for her family. She had a huge betty crocker cookbook, three-ringed binder, red and white picnic checked cover, pretty...but the weight of this thing. I loved it and so did my mother, it was organized and colorful in that sixties techno-color way, filled with recipes of standard fare. Our small kitchen always smelled good, recipes from the betty crocker cookbook never failed.
I wanted to be my mother and I vowed that one day I would have a cookbook just like her and make food from recipes by betty dear...well, not quite. Cooking Betty Crocker is my interpretation --recipes culled from everywhere, a mishmash collection of mishmash, everything under the sun, delicious tried and true recipes, from ethnic small plates to resturant copycats. Please for you to enjoy.
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