“Then never mind the gestures,” Mason told him. “We want two thick steaks medium rare, lots of lyonnaise potatoes, some buttered bread, with -” He glanced expectantly at Della Street.
“Garlic,” Mason said.
-A Perry Mason Mystery; The Case of the Moth-Eaten Mink, Erle Stanley Gardner
For as far back as I can take my memory, Perry Mason novels have always been ‘there’ in my life. We have holidays snaps of winter trips to Florida, where my dad’s on the beach with a Perry Mason novel in his hand. I remember being 7, and after being put to bed, sneaking out to the hallway to watch snippets of the Perry Mason series mom and dad were watching.
At some point, when I had outgrown, first The Boxcar Children, then Nancy Drew, I must’ve picked up my own first Perry Mason novel. Because I feel like I’ve been reading them for what feels like forever. The novels are still the ones I reach for when I don’t know what I want to read, but want something I’m really going to enjoy.
The recipe I found was from 1923 in the Woman’s Institute Library of Cookery, fitting since Perry Mason began ten years later in 1933.
I couldn’t quite tell from the recipe whether the cooked potatoes are supposed to be freshly cooked or can be from last night’s meal, however I’m sure they’d make great use of leftovers.