The evening of June 30, 1983, was beautiful, not too hot, not too humid, so lovely that after a movie at Yonge and St. Clair, my then boyfriend and I decided to walk all the way back downtown to catch the Queen streetcar to the Beach where we lived. That decision changed my life.
We had moved to Toronto so that my
partner could take an editing job at The Canadian Press. I had done some “stringing” for the Toronto Star, had baked and cooked in restaurants in London, Ontario, had a
degree in political science. After
almost a year and a half in Toronto, I was still without a job. That night as
we sauntered down Yonge Street, I spied a little notice in the window of 850 where
The Cookbook Store had recently opened. The store was looking for another staff
member. I was elated. It would be the perfect job for me, who loved
to cook, who loved cookbooks, indeed, books in general. The next day, a Friday
was Canada Day so I had to way until Saturday to deliver my resume. I thought my interview with the manager,
Alison Fryer, and employee #2, Deborah Wightman who was also from London, went
well. I was sure that by Monday morning
the job would be mine. Monday came and went, and so did Tuesday. On Tuesday
night, I had a total meltdown, thinking that if I could not get a job at The
Cookbook Store, I would never get a job in Toronto. Fortunately the phone rang
early Wednesday morning: I was invited for a tryout on Thursday afternoon. In
the meantime, I had a dinner to go to. I
got food poisoning but by Thursday afternoon I could keep water down so off I
went.
To
this day, the first task anyone hoping to work at the store must perform is the
ceremonial tidying of the shelves. I was no different. The first thing I noticed was not on the
shelf was Marcella Hazan’s Classic
Italian Cooking, one of the first books I had ever bought for myself. The first customer I advised was looking for
a good Italian book. I knew just the one
and after asking if the store did special orders, took the person’s name and
number. I was invited to come back on Saturday.
That day I fixed someone’s glasses with a staple—I was hired.
I guess I began my time at The Cookbook
Store thinking that I would work retail until a real job came along—certainly
my future husband thought that. Instead working at The Cookbook Store became my
career, my life’s work, in many ways my community. In the three decades I have
worked here I co-wrote a book, have seen my words published both in-store and
in national publications, have been on radio and television.
I have been lucky to meet almost all of my
culinary heroes, many of them multiple times.
The first was Elizabeth Baird whose Classic
Canadian Cookbook gave validity
to the food on which I grew up. Martha
Stewart, Julia Child, Patricia Wells, Richard Sax, Nick Malgieri, Paula Wolfert,
Anton Mosimann, Gordon Ramsay, Nigella Lawson, Jamie Oliver, Yotam Ottolenghi,
Sami Tamimi , Feran Adria, Magnus Nilsson, and countless others have passed
through our doors.
The pleasure has not just been about
meeting international culinary bright lights. It has been as much about
watching 17 year old children enter culinary programmes such as the one at
George Brown College and seeing them evolve into mature chefs both in Canada
and abroad.
We have had an extraordinary group of
customers: anonymous home cooks, music stars both classical and pop, actors
from both stage and screen, academics, they have all come together for the joy
of cooking.
We have also had an unusual group of
coworkers. If there is any recurring
theme it is that lawyers and musicians really love food—and alcohol. Many have become close friends rather than
just coworkers even as they have turned into food editors, lawyers, bakers, the
assistant director of international human protection at the United Nations, university
professors, a medical student in Dublin.
Our customers and co-workers have
celebrated with us as we built families and been there as those families
changed in ways we might never have imagined, as we have lost family and
friends—as we are there for them. The
Cookbook Store as a community hub really signifies for me the power of food to
unite.
Jennifer Grange
Cookbook Store employee from July 1983 to present
Jennifer Grange
Cookbook Store employee from July 1983 to present
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