I have what I deem to be a problem. It is not over-eating, nor gambling. I don’t buy too many clothes for myself, or even collectibles for my home. I can’t stop buying cookbooks. My husband says that it’s perfectly fine– it’s all in the name of research. (Some would call him an enabler, I prefer to think of him as generous and understanding.) The cookbook acquisition has gotten to such a magnitude, that I can hardly keep up. There are always new (to me) books to peruse, forgotten relics waiting to be rediscovered, as well as brand-spanking-new cookbooks with glossy pictures and pages unmarred by sauces and food stains. But it is really those vintage cookbooks, written by mostly unknown authors, with dingy photographs, or no pictures at all, that get my stomach churning and my mind reeling.

Each year when we go to Los Angeles to visit family, I make a special trip to Pasadena to Cookbooks by Janet Jarvits. A small shop with a varied collection, this is the best vintage cookbook store I have ever found. Unassuming, incredibly knowledgeable yet non-threatening Ms. Jarvits, whether she knows it or not has helped me immensely with my two cookbooks, and endlessly fuels my curiosities. If buying cookbooks is my drug, she is one of my pushers.

I had the opportunity to stop by the store in February. When it was laughably cold in New England, her little shop was sunny and bright. I picked up a handful of books that day, and now, all these months later, I’m just getting around to spending some time with them. One book I selected is As American as Apple Pie. It’s a wonderful collection of recipes and variations of classic American recipes. Think of it as greatest hits album for the kitchen.

RyeBiscuitsBookIn the chapter covering biscuits I found a recipe for Campton Place, a hotel in San Francisco’s, Caraway-Rye Biscuits. The recipe sounded delicious– a basic buttermilk biscuit, enriched with rye flour and embellished with caraway seeds. I mixed up a batch over the weekend, and they did not disappoint!