Don’t you just love cookbooks? I started liking them as a child. I guess I’ve always liked cooking. Especially baking. I started baking before I was 10. Mostly cookies and brownies. My grandmother used to bake with me. She would make lemon meringue pie, cinnamon rolls, a to-die-for-chocolate cake with fudge icing.
Once I asked her to make peanut butter cookies for me.
After she slaved in the kitchen and made them for me from scratch, I took one bite and said, “Oh, I meant ginger snaps.”
What a brat!
When I was about 10, I ordered the Betty Crocker recipe file from the television. It’s actually available on Amazon.
Can you believe it? I wish I had kept mine. Don’t really want to buy it now. That was the precursor to online shopping. I also ordered the Billy Graham Christian home learning class. And I donated money to the Jerry Lewis telethon.
My mother was so mad at me when I would get things in the mail I ordered. Of course I had little jobs. I sold Current Cards. And there was always my allowance. Isn’t it funny that we are already who we are even as a child? Baking, studying Christianity, and shopping at 10.
But I digress. I love cookbooks. There is nothing like curling up in bed and reading cookbooks. I also like tearing recipes out of magazines. My husband loves the rip, ripping sound. Not! Don’t get me wrong. I am not a gourmet cook. I’m not even a great cook. And I’m not being modest. But I’m pretty good and I can makes some things well. I don’t even love to cook. I like it at times. When I do like it though, I like it a lot.
I especially like dessert cookbooks. I really only have one. It’s a cookie cookbook called Got Milk.
I received two great cookbooks for Christmas last year. They both fall into the category of memoir/cookbook. The first is called Apples for Jam: A colorful Cookbook by Tessa Kiros.
Colorful it is. It is even organized by color: white foods, red foods. It’s beautiful to look at. It’s a great picture book to just look through. The second is called A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table by Molly Wizenberg.
That book I read as though I were reading a novel. It was a great read and each chapter had a recipe. Reminiscent of Like Water for Chocolate, except that really was a novel and this is not. It’s a cookbook!
I am ashamed to say that I have not made one single recipe from either of these cookbooks.
Despite not using the cookbooks I already have, I want more. Bad girl. I want Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
I also want a cake cookbook. Not sure which one. Any suggestions? Do you feel like you have been online shopping with me? Sorry to be a bad influence.
To conclude, I like cooking. Because I like to eat, feed my family, create. There is something chemistry-like, magical about taking raw ingredients and turning them into a meal. It’s so basic and essential and you feel so earthy doing it. Especially baking bread.
But it’s hard to cook at night when you work all day. I much prefer cooking on the weekend.
Happy cooking and bon appétit!