Simply in time for Thanksgiving, an archivist on the Smithsonian Establishment has stumbled upon a treasure of culinary and visible artwork historical past. In a dusty storage room, a field mistakenly labeled “the nicer china for trustee dinners” held a trove of recipes, cooking notes, and vacation menus from among the most famed artists in america. From Andrew Wyeth’s cornbread to Mary Cassatt’s account of baking pie along with her mom, these information are being revealed for the primary time in a Hyperallergic unique {that a} Smithsonian spokesperson mentioned she hopes will “for the love of god give us all something else to talk about at the dinner table besides politics.”
Editor’s notice: After some dialogue, we determined to not embrace John Baldessari’s recipe under, because it consisted solely of the phrase “I will not eat any more turkey” written 58 occasions in cursive script on the again of a placemat.
Andrew Wyeth’s Forlorn CornbreadAndrew Wyeth, “Cornbread’s World” (1948) (edit Valentina Di Liscia/Hyperallergic)
Mix cornmeal, buttermilk, and egg and bake in a cast-iron skillet. The outcome needs to be a dry, austere bread that evokes the arid landscapes of New England and challenges the bucolic imaginative and prescient of rural America. Eat alone, in melancholic silence, whereas crawling throughout a barren subject.
Mary Cassatt’s Thanksgiving Pie to Bake With Mom
Is there something sweeter or extra steadfast than a mom’s love? As I write this, the scent of pumpkin and spices fills the air — Mom and I are baking a Thanksgiving pie collectively! She insists on exhibiting me her means of crimping the sides of the crust, although I believe my arms won’t ever grasp it fairly like hers. She is the very essence of tenderness. It humbles me, how she — NO, MOM, I DIDN’T FORGET THE NUTMEG. YES. YES. OKAY. PLEASE DON’T TOUCH THAT. What unparalleled pleasure to delight in these particular moments collectively, to create the recollections that we are going to cherish without end. It’s within the maternal bond, and never within the romantic expression, that we hook up with our truest selves, such that we — I TOLD YOU I’M NOT GOING ON A DATE WITH MR. WEATHERBY’S SON. YES, I KNOW HE IS A FINE ENOUGH GENTLEMAN. I AM NOT GOING TO DIE ALONE WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT??? WHAT IS THAT SMELL? I DID SET AN OVEN TIMER, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMETHING IS BURNING. HELLO????? MOM???!!
Richard Serra’s “Tilted Cranberry” (1980)
Serving suggestion (edit Valentina Di Liscia/Hyperallergic)
Buy a 120-foot closely rusted tin can of cranberry jelly. Chilly-roll the edges of the can to realize a mild sloping curve on both facet earlier than unmolding. Check for doneness by gauging whether or not the shape is sufficiently aggressive and imposing. Hole a central cavity within the jelly and expertise of the intimacy and claustrophobia of the cranberry from the within.
Edward Hopper’s Diner Dinner
The streets of New York Metropolis are empty of individuals, solely their lit home windows seen from these desolate streets. Having no household to have a good time with, you set out for the final respite of the weary — the diner. It’s simply you, a pair of vacationers, and the person behind the bar. You order a cup of black espresso, and a slice of pie for dessert.
Jackson Pollock’s Gravy
Mmm … artwork. (edit Valentina Di Liscia/Hyperallergic)
Lay out a white tablecloth on the ground and dribble, pour, and drip the gravy straight from the saucer utilizing sweeping gestural motions that evince your male bravado. Take a swig or two of vodka for good measure. When the visitors arrive, blame your spouse for the mess. Later, ask her that can assist you promote the stained fabric as a portray and watch as she single-handedly launches your inventive profession.
Donald Judd’s Minimalist Meal
Ship specs in your Thanksgiving dinner to an industrial producer, together with painstaking directions for sourcing identically sized candy potatoes and stacking them equidistantly on the wall and a diagram of a turkey intercepted by a metallic pipe. Serve to visitors whereas boasting that you simply spent the entire day within the kitchen.
Ansel Adams’s Chic Potato
Ansel Adams captured this majestic potato rising from the mountains in Wyoming’s Grand Teton Nationwide Park in 1941 (edit Valentina Di Liscia/Hyperallergic, photograph by Ansel Adams by way of Archive Images/Getty Photographs)
You can not enhance potato. You’ll be able to solely reveal your impression of potato or its influence on you. The photographer ought to try for the pure and unadulterated potato, to seize its grandeur and wealthy tonal vary in order that man could also be in awe of potato and, in consequence, ponder on his relative insignificance within the scheme of the universe. Potato.
Georgia O’Keeffe’s Uncomfortable Cabbage
Minimize cabbage in half and organize sections suggestively. When requested to go the dish, remark loudly on “how sensual that cabbage is looking today,” noting that it “reminds you of something, but I won’t say what.” Let awkward silence ensue.
Alma Thomas’s Deconstructed Inexperienced Bean Casserole (Fowl’s-Eye View)
Alma Thomas selected to concentrate on the vibrance and magnificence of inexperienced beans relatively than on how annoying her uncle was being. (edit Valentina Di Liscia/Hyperallergic)
Inspiration lies in all places within the pure world, even within the humble inexperienced bean casserole. First distill the dish to its important elements, then organize them in a concentric circle. Replicate on the transcendental potentialities of greens. Matisse may by no means.