I love cookbooks.
Like, a lot. As much as I love to read and books and literature I would almost always choose a cookbook to curl up in bed with. I read new ones from cover-to-cover.
I enjoy the little anecdotes before recipes and the pictures – Oh, the pictures! It’s my porn.
I am currently waiting for my copy of the Smitten Kitchen cookbook to arrive and, y’all, the suspense is killing me! Never again will I pre-order something from amazon (or let Ken pre-order something for me from amazon). Why? Because the book was released on Tuesday and what’s that? Oh, it’s Sunday and I still don’t have my copy! Doesn’t pre-ordering something imply that you will have it the day it’s released? Or are my expectations too high?
Deb has posted a couple of sneak peeks of recipes on her blog and they sound delicious! All of them! You want an example? I don’t understand how everything this woman writes about tastes delicious. Wait, actually, I do. It’s cause she makes everything, like, 10 times before she posts about it. I think it has been well established that I do not have the patience to mess around with that kind of shenanigan. And she does this with a three-year-old. Whatever.
So, cross your fingers for me that tomorrow I will have her wonderful cookbook and can begin drooling over all the recipes I will want to make. For anyone who is interested, Deb will be at Powelll’s tomorrow (Monday) at 7:30 for a book signing. I’m not going because I live 1.5 hours away from Portland now and I’m not willing to drive for 3 hours for a 2 minute chat at the end of a full work day and taking care of my daughters. But someone should go for me and tell me if she’s as lovely in person as she is on her blog.
In the mean time, I will be here. Drooling.
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