This is not my tacklebox. (mine is cooler)
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.
Barefoot in the Kitchen 