Isabella Beeton (1836–1865)
Author of Mrs. Beeton's Book of Household Management
About the Author
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Works by Isabella Beeton
A Victorian Alphabet of Everyday Recipes: 26 Original Recipes from Mrs. Isabella Beeton Taken from Her Book of Cookery and Household Management (1993) 31 copies, 2 reviews
Mrs. Beeton's Cookery in Colour 3 copies
Mrs. Beeton's Book of Summer: A Celebration of Summer Living, With Simple Seasonal Cooking, Traditional Activities and P (1994) 3 copies
Mrs. Beeton's cold sweets : jellies, creams, fruit dishes, cold puddings, and ices : 350 recipes fully illustrated (1925) 2 copies
The Englishwoman's Cookery Book 2 copies
Mrs. Beeton's Puddings & Pies 2 copies
Mrs' Beeton's Jam Making 1 copy
Mrs Beetons Family Cookery 1 copy
Mrs. Beeton`S All About Cookery. New Edition. With Coloured Plates And Other Illustrations (1915) 1 copy
Everyday Cookery 1 copy
Mrs. Beeton's Cookbook 1 copy
Not to be forgotten items for a picnic : from Beeton's Book of Household Management, 1859 (1859) 1 copy
Mrs. Beeton's Fish Cookery 1 copy
Associated Works
Choice Cuts: A Savory Selection of Food Writing from Around the World and Throughout History (2002) — Contributor — 367 copies, 2 reviews
Lapham's Quarterly - Lines of Work: Volume IV, Number 2, Spring 2011 (2011) — Contributor — 32 copies, 2 reviews
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Common Knowledge
- Canonical name
- Beeton, Isabella
- Legal name
- Beeton, Isabella Mary (née Mayson)
- Birthdate
- 1836-03-12
- Date of death
- 1865-02-06
- Gender
- female
- Occupations
- home economist
cookbook author
writer
editor - Organizations
- The Englishwoman's Domestic Magazine
- Relationships
- Beeton, Samuel Orchart (husband)
Spain, Nancy (biographer, great niece) - Short biography
- Isabella Beeton, née Mayson, was born in Cheapside, London, the daughter of a linen merchant. Her father died when she was a child and her mother remarried to a widower with children of his own. They went to live in Epsom, Surrey. Isabella was sent to school for two years to Heidelberg, Germany, where she became an accomplished pianist before returning to England. In 1856, she married Samuel Orchart Beeton, a wealthy publisher of books and popular magazines. Mrs. Beeton -- the name by which she became known -- began writing on food preparation, cooking and many other household tasks for her husband's periodical, the Englishwoman’s Domestic Magazine. She realized that there were a growing number of middle-class women like herself who needed help learning how to run a home, manage servants, deal with tradesmen, or care for a sick child. She became a household word as the author of The Book of Household Management (1861), a runaway bestseller, which was originally published in three parts. It contained 900 recipes, many illustrated with colored engravings, and was the first book to show recipes in a format that is still used today. The book became an indepensible guide to several generations of British and American housekeepers. Mrs. Beeton died at age 28 from puerperal fever following the birth of her fourth child.
- Cause of death
- puerperal fever
- Nationality
- UK
- Birthplace
- London, England, UK
- Places of residence
- London, England, UK
Epsom, Surrey, England, UK
Heidelberg, Germany - Place of death
- Swanscombe, Kent, England, UK
- Burial location
- West Norwood Cemetery, West Norwood, Lambeth, London, England, UK
- Map Location
- England, UK
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Reviews
So I've been keeping an eye out for owls when walking around Geneva as my eye was caught by one of the recipes in this book:
Owls, Simmered with Oysters.
I've never cooked owl before, but the combination was fascinating to consider, if perhaps a little too alliterative. Not to mention, if there is one way to make people take care what they give you for your birthday, this would be it, don't you think? That? Just a little something from that book you bought me. A bit of a hoot, don't you show more think?
However. I've just picked this up again and wondered why on earth the principal ingredient picture was of chooks not owls....
Whooooooooooops. It isn't a recipe for Owl and Oyster at all! The first letters have been done in fancy Victorian illustrated block style: it says Fowl and Oyster.
I'm uncertain as to whether to be relieved or disappointed. What about you, Manny?
Oh, I should mention if you never want to cook rabbit again, take a look at the rabbit pie recipe: it is faced by a page of the cutest little bunny wunnies ever to come out of a children's nursery book. Hilarious. show less
Owls, Simmered with Oysters.
I've never cooked owl before, but the combination was fascinating to consider, if perhaps a little too alliterative. Not to mention, if there is one way to make people take care what they give you for your birthday, this would be it, don't you think? That? Just a little something from that book you bought me. A bit of a hoot, don't you show more think?
However. I've just picked this up again and wondered why on earth the principal ingredient picture was of chooks not owls....
Whooooooooooops. It isn't a recipe for Owl and Oyster at all! The first letters have been done in fancy Victorian illustrated block style: it says Fowl and Oyster.
I'm uncertain as to whether to be relieved or disappointed. What about you, Manny?
Oh, I should mention if you never want to cook rabbit again, take a look at the rabbit pie recipe: it is faced by a page of the cutest little bunny wunnies ever to come out of a children's nursery book. Hilarious. show less
So I've been keeping an eye out for owls when walking around Geneva as my eye was caught by one of the recipes in this book:
Owls, Simmered with Oysters.
I've never cooked owl before, but the combination was fascinating to consider, if perhaps a little too alliterative. Not to mention, if there is one way to make people take care what they give you for your birthday, this would be it, don't you think? That? Just a little something from that book you bought me. A bit of a hoot, don't you show more think?
However. I've just picked this up again and wondered why on earth the principal ingredient picture was of chooks not owls....
Whooooooooooops. It isn't a recipe for Owl and Oyster at all! The first letters have been done in fancy Victorian illustrated block style: it says Fowl and Oyster.
I'm uncertain as to whether to be relieved or disappointed. What about you, Manny?
Oh, I should mention if you never want to cook rabbit again, take a look at the rabbit pie recipe: it is faced by a page of the cutest little bunny wunnies ever to come out of a children's nursery book. Hilarious. show less
Owls, Simmered with Oysters.
I've never cooked owl before, but the combination was fascinating to consider, if perhaps a little too alliterative. Not to mention, if there is one way to make people take care what they give you for your birthday, this would be it, don't you think? That? Just a little something from that book you bought me. A bit of a hoot, don't you show more think?
However. I've just picked this up again and wondered why on earth the principal ingredient picture was of chooks not owls....
Whooooooooooops. It isn't a recipe for Owl and Oyster at all! The first letters have been done in fancy Victorian illustrated block style: it says Fowl and Oyster.
I'm uncertain as to whether to be relieved or disappointed. What about you, Manny?
Oh, I should mention if you never want to cook rabbit again, take a look at the rabbit pie recipe: it is faced by a page of the cutest little bunny wunnies ever to come out of a children's nursery book. Hilarious. show less
I read this last year, but have managed to hold on to the library copy till now. It's time to send it back. But I so enjoyed reading Isabella's ruminations that it goes on my wishlist to own, even though I'm drastically downsizing my collection.
She includes a recipe for 'Benevolent Soup' made to feed the poor.
She lauds the sheep for all it's services to mankind's comfort.
I love her.
She includes a recipe for 'Benevolent Soup' made to feed the poor.
She lauds the sheep for all it's services to mankind's comfort.
I love her.
Celebrity Death Match review vs M. Poppins.
‘You have to admit you’re a bit light weight aren’t you?
It’s going to take more than a spoonful of sugar to win this competition, you understand. I mean look at what Heart of Darkness is doing to Pooh and 1984 to Alice. You kiddy characters who think life’s all about honey and sweet things…we’re going to have to cook up something pretty good to take on the heavyweights here.
It’s a pity, of course, that we aren’t meeting in the show more final.’
Isabella and Mary were having tea and scones while discussing this rather miserable turn of events.
‘But we have to deal with how things are. We have to deal with reality. That’s what counts now. We aren’t in a pretend story where umbrellas can do magical things.
Look at you, for heaven’s sake. You are just a character. I’m a real person. Even your movie didn’t get made again and, well, it was so old-fashioned. Flat as a tack. My books are three-dimensional. You LIVE my books….they have taste and smell.
Face the facts, Mary. There is a natural order of things. You can’t beat a governess – you are just a nanny. But I can. I’m the one who wrote the book, after all.’
‘Yes, I see what you mean,’ Mary agrees.
‘So, you know what you have to do now?’
‘Yes,’ says Mary, ‘I think I do.’ She wipes her rather buttery fingers and opens up her umbrella. ‘Pop out? And not pop back in?’
‘You’re a team player, Mary. When I win, I will be winning for all of us.’
Mary only faintly catches this, she is drifting far, far away. show less
‘You have to admit you’re a bit light weight aren’t you?
It’s going to take more than a spoonful of sugar to win this competition, you understand. I mean look at what Heart of Darkness is doing to Pooh and 1984 to Alice. You kiddy characters who think life’s all about honey and sweet things…we’re going to have to cook up something pretty good to take on the heavyweights here.
It’s a pity, of course, that we aren’t meeting in the show more final.’
Isabella and Mary were having tea and scones while discussing this rather miserable turn of events.
‘But we have to deal with how things are. We have to deal with reality. That’s what counts now. We aren’t in a pretend story where umbrellas can do magical things.
Look at you, for heaven’s sake. You are just a character. I’m a real person. Even your movie didn’t get made again and, well, it was so old-fashioned. Flat as a tack. My books are three-dimensional. You LIVE my books….they have taste and smell.
Face the facts, Mary. There is a natural order of things. You can’t beat a governess – you are just a nanny. But I can. I’m the one who wrote the book, after all.’
‘Yes, I see what you mean,’ Mary agrees.
‘So, you know what you have to do now?’
‘Yes,’ says Mary, ‘I think I do.’ She wipes her rather buttery fingers and opens up her umbrella. ‘Pop out? And not pop back in?’
‘You’re a team player, Mary. When I win, I will be winning for all of us.’
Mary only faintly catches this, she is drifting far, far away. show less
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