I read cook books like most people read novels. When I get a new cookbook I will sit down for hours and read it oooo-ing and ahhhhh-ing and many times reading them out loud in the style of a dime store novel to Mac, who really could care less about a carmalized-apple-tarte-tatin-with-bourbon-maple-syrup...sweet. baby. jesus. but I do it anyways because I just have to share. These recipes just sound too good not to announce them to whomever may be in the room. This is how I get my yayas, sitting in the middle of my living room, books around me, dreaming about these happy recipes. Yes, this is my food porn.
I'm not going to lie, the highlight of my week while being sick was checking the mail and finding that my Bon Appetit had arrived (mental happy dance).
And now all the food happiness has been enhanced because Mac and I are having our friends Nick and Abbey over for dinner this weekend. Which to me means I finally get to try some of the recipes I've been ogling and share them with wonderful people. Can't wait, who knows what I'll end up making!
P.S. Thanks for all your sweet wishes, I feel so much better than I did last week. I'm sure it was all the positive thoughts that helped!
I read aloud to John, which I realized this Christmas is an incredibly distracting and potentially irritating habit I learned from my dad–but only after I started reading aloud to John on the plane...
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I'm in a bit of a French country design phase lately, and french cooking seems the next logical step... thanks for the inspiration! It's such a pleasure to stumble across your blog!
ReplyDeleteCatherine @ The Spring (in Brisbane, Australia)
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