This might sound strange to the average go-abouter, I read cook books.
What else would you do with a book? Eat it?
Well, no, not exactly. What I mean to say is… I read cookbooks like they were a novel. Most have chapters dividing the courses or main ingredient, just as a novel strings you along the story with each passing chapter. The clash of characters occurs when you come across a recipe that just doesn’t make sense and is not appetizing at all (every cookbook has at least one of these, you can’t please everybody!). The happy ever after comes with the dessert you fall in love with and won’t live without for the remainder of your days standing in a kitchen.
There are two designated spaces for my small, but growing, collection of cookbooks. The kitchen shelf and my bedside drawer.
It occurred to me last night while thumbing through Claire Robinson‘s book that what I’m doing is probably not normal. How many people climb into bed, get all cozy and warm, then quietly slip a cook book from its hidden resting place and proceed to read recipes while trying to contain drool. Not to mention late night hunger monsters hiding under the bed who heard the crack of a binding belonging to my culinary tome of the week.
I’ve even used my nocturnal habit as a teachable moment for Big Brother. He asked me what I was doing and I shared my cookbook, Nigella Lawson’s How To Eat, with him. This book is an oddity among the glossy illustrated cookbooks I have. If you haven’t watched Nigella on television you might not understand the tone of this book. Nigella writes her recipes closer to conversations you would have with her, rather than precise mechanical instructions for meal preparation. The lack of images will perhaps let your mind see the outcome of the dish instead of being lead to believe your poussin should look as it is represented by the book. There are several recipes designed for the single diner, which sould be easily extrapolated for larger parties. Her section for children’s meals were especially of interest to me, being a mom of two little ones. You won’t find many hot dogs or PB&J sammies in here!
Meanwhile, Big Brother amazed me with his word recognition skills…
and on he went, reading the words to me and smiling after each one. My heart skipped along with the pronunciation of each syllable. Would he share my passion for food when he grows up?
Do they have cookbooks at the city library? I later pondered. That could get around my lack of cash flow for frivolous expenditures such as yet another cookbook. There are so many cultures in the world and I want to learn about them through the food they eat, prepare, and share.
Do you have a favorite cookbook?