M.F.K. Fisher. What a wonderful, idiosyncratic writer! In one chapter she remembers making eggs in little ramekins while drinking champagne at three in the morning before going to bed; in another she suggests that one leave the grease from mixing up meatloaf on your hands for a while as a moisturizer. This in a book written during World War II about how to make do in privation.
Mary Frances grew up among Quakers in Whittier, California. Not a Quaker herself, she appears to have unpleasant memories of the Friends.