I’ve always treated cookbooks just like I treat my fishing lures. Don’t bother trying to figure that statement out.
Here, let me explain.
I collect them, can’t get enough of them in fact, and am always on the lookout for new ones. But when it all boils down, there may be three at best which I use regularly. The rest? Eye candy all.
When I found myself having to build new bookcases just to accommodate the cookbooks, I knew it was time to change.
I downsized. Getting rid of all but the relevent, and healthy. Embarking in a new direction.
I liked having so many cookbooks because like a good Swiss Army Knife, I would be prepared for any cuisine which my whims might fancy. Funny that, for I am very much an anti-cookbook type of person. Not for me, are the rigid rules of measuring and following someone elses idea of a step by step meal. At best I follow a recipe only often enough to memorize the basic gist of things, from then on I go by whim alone. Curtis Stone down there in that you tube video is more my style. His show used to inspire me to new heights of creativity.
The oohs and aahs of pleasure which emanate from anyone who eats my concoctions, is the reward and the motive which kept me going in this fashion.
But now, I’m leaving behind everything I knew before and must make vegetables my main focus. Yeah, I can assure you vegetables took a very minor role in my lifestyle up to this point.
So it is quite understandable that I have some real concerns that I might die of malnutrition sometime in the near future.
For this reason I have chained myself to a cookbook or two, and must follow their instructions to the letter. This is torture for me, but self-preservation dictates it. I know my great numbers (1) of readers are wishing and hoping I will soon get to the food aspect of this blog. But first things first, Lets introduce my slave masters aka: the cookbooks I will be exploring.
actually I will be reviewing 6 cookbooks, so they need their own post. If you are reading this: Thank you! I’ll begin the reviews next post. Trust me, they aint gonna be pretty.