It’s Sunday. Ahhh. Time to rest, relax and…well, do a few of my favorite things.
This should come as no surprise, dear reader, that I love, love cookbooks. Trips to the bookstore involve me bee-lining straight to the cooking section to peruse the shelves filled with glorious cooking knowledge.
The weekend, then, is the time I get to sit down, surrounded by cookbooks, new and old, and read them. Yes, read. For me, cookbooks are not simply to be read while standing over the stove, following a recipe. Good cookbooks can be read like any other novel or work of literature. A well-written cookbook can not only teach you about technique and ingredients, but can transport you to the writer’s world through their passion and love for food. Not all cookbooks are written with an overt story written through it, but just by reading the recipes, a kind of story can be woven through the ingredients used and the way they use them.
For me, it’s pure entertainment, with a dash of education.