Oh my gosh…oh happy day! My stop by the used book store pays off in such a huge way. For a cold, bleak February morning—it almost feels like Christmas!
I arrived a few minutes before the store is scheduled to open. So, no big deal I’ll just wait. And then I waited…and waited. Could they be on vacation? Snowed in, still? There’s no note on the door. Hmmmmm….
After twenty minutes of waiting, the lady that owns the store drives up and opens the door. I head straight to the cookbook shelves and start looking. Almost done with one shelf (with no luck), I turn my head to the left and spot something—whoa—it was right beside me the whole time.
Remember the garage sale up in Davidson where the husband did most of the cooking? He recommended The Pat Conroy Cookbook back then and I’ve had it on my radar ever since. I’ve just found the first printing of the paperback edition. Woo-hoo!
A look over to the left and I spot one of the most gorgeous words: Caramel. There’s a whole cookbook about caramel! Oh, how amazing…must grab it. Even the cover design looks like gooey, creamy caramel. Yum.
Back to the original shelf I was searching. Unbelievable! One of the cookbooks I put back after my last visit is still here.
Out of Our League from the Junior League of Greensboro. This is the new, blue hardback edition that was printed for the twentieth anniversary. I’m so psyched that it’s still here. It’s waited long enough, it’s coming home with me!
How could this visit get any better? Honestly, how could it?
Before I head over the cash register, I detour by the “wall.” This is the staging area behind the cash register where the books are almost ready to go onto the sales floor. The only thing needed is a price tag. If you find a book in this area and the owner, Carol, is there, she’ll give you a price. You can buy it and she won’t have to find space on the shelf for it. That’s what we call…wait for it…winning!
I’m busy trying to spot the tell-tale plastic spiral spine of cookbooks but every type of book known to man is all packed together here. About two-thirds down the first shelf, I spot a familiar shade of green and my heart skips a beat. She’s here…
The green gives way to the familiar black and white smile dressed in elegant dress, pearls and holding a platter of pound cake. It’s Betty Feezor.
I immediately see the plastic spine is in terrible shape. I gently pull her from the stack, hold her up to Carol and say, “Why didn’t they love her better?”
I’m almost heartsick. The top and bottom are gone. The middle section, while almost whole, is still split near the middle. I’ll gladly take her home but let’s face it: it’s a bleepin’ Betty Feezor. Even if the spine is hanging together by a thread…it’s still a treasure. I hold my breath, say a prayer, give it a shot and ask the price.
“Because of the condition of the spine, five bucks.”
Four amazing words: Betty Feezor, five bucks. That would bring my total for the four cookbooks to twenty bucks. And what a coincidence, I actually have twenty bucks left in my wallet. This is one of those days where it all comes together and makes sense. I really like days like this.
Inside the book are some gems. I’ve got several recipe clippings from The Charlotte Observer tucked inside. “Brandied Fruit Starter,” “Quick Friendship Cake,” “Peppermint Eggnog Punch” and “Sweet Potato Balls” have made their home inside the pages.
The former owner or owners have also handwritten several recipes on pages and the back cover. Notes and ingredients are packed into margins and squeezed anywhere and everywhere they can fit. There are some in a small, precise handwriting slanting to the right, a couple are in a larger, looser, elegant cursive and still others in a large, bold and wide penmanship slanting left. A recipe for “Crazy Cake” pops out and grabs the attention.
I guess they did love her after all. Loved it enough to add their own special recipes to stand along side the ones from Betty.
Unbelievable ending! Now, time to turn the car towards South Carolina and go visit with my mom. I’m sure she can’t wait to see the stamps and cardstock I found for her. And I can’t wait to sit down and spend some more time with Betty. She deserves some tlc don’t you think?