Cooking the Books
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t is with great restraint that I have managed to not put a cookbook on my Christmas list. (Indeed it is with great restraint that I have managed to put one and only one BOOK on my Christmas list, but that is another story.)
I own a lot of cookbooks. Some days I’m not sure why I own so many. I hardly ever cook from most of them. Some I don’t even I like. When I moved I took all the cookbooks I use all the time, with a few totemic exceptions, and virtuously put them in the attic. I took the books I hardly ever use and put them on the shelf. This would, I virtuously told myself, force me to explore all of these other cookbooks. I would delve into their wonders and learn to appreciate their instruction and world view.
The result was of course that at 9 in the evening or 6 in the morning I could be found rooting through the attic in a headlamp looking for the cookbook that has that recipe that I love and cursing my stupidity….and now my shelf once again overflows with cookbooks
At least I’m not alone.
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omahasteaks
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chef