Reply #2: Mine goes back to 1968

[Tangerine LaBamba]

I wouldn't part with it for anything. All the stained pages, the worn covers, they are all stories.

I got mine when my future husband enrolled me, a resident of Maine, in the Cookbook-Of-The-Month Club, using his address in Ohio as my home address. Back then, the woman had to be a resident of Ohio if she wanted to get married there, so that was how we began to establish my residency.

I got Joy of Cooking, the Larousse Gastronomique, the NY Times Cookbook, and two others whose identity is as lost to memory as is that marriage.

He's gone, but I got the cookbooks.