As I mentioned in a previous post, I got the impression cookbooks from the various ethnicities of Europe were handing me a snow job and that the real scoop could be found in cookbooks by immigrant communities in the U.S.. This has been working out real well.
I recently got one written by people from the Carpathian mountains of Slovakia who had moved to Pennsylvania around 1900. The recipes are very simple, almost primitive, but the food is to die for.
I know that it is because it's the food of my childhood (though that was spelled mostly in Polish (other side of the hill from Slovakia) so the little squiggles above the letters may have been different but I doubt that affected the taste a lot).
I'm now reading one on the food of Lithuania (the land of my surname). It's maybe a little more primitive - as befits the one people who still speak a language close to the original Indo-European that gave birth to Hyksos, Sanscrit, Hindi, Greek, Latin, Russian, German and the rest of the European family (Fins, Hungarians, Etruscans and Basques are excused. Turks, while considered ethnically European, speak an Asian language).
Interestingly, a French geographic society recently assigned the true geographic center of Europe to be just outside Vilnius, capital of Lithuania (using a "center of gravity" algorithm).