I have a book fetish. I am never without a book that I’m reading. I keep books stacked on, under, and around my nightstand. On every shelf and corner of my office. Stuffed in closets, armoires, drawers. Piled in the kitchen next to the phone. Downloaded by the dozen on my Kindle.
In grade school, I would grab my latest read (probably a Nancy Drew mystery), climb the ladder to the attic, and tip-toe to the far end where I’d sit in the warmth of the attic surrounded by pink insulation, and read my book. When I recently shared this story with my 12-year-old, he remarked, “Don’t you think that’s a little strange?”
What might be a bit more strange is that I love to read cookbooks. Yes, yes, I adore the memoir/cookbooks such as A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenburg, or The Language of Baklava by Diana Abu-Jaber. I devour the partial memoir cookbooks such as The Riversong Lodge Cookbook by Kirsten Dixon – each recipe is proceeded by a beautiful essay about the author’s life in Alaska.
But, shoot, I’ll even read page after page of recipes without a single glossy photo or beautifully written essay, if the cookbook appears to be a good one.
I shared with you last week about my trip up to BlogHerFood in Seattle. One of the perks of these little food conferences is we go home loaded down with free, promotional material. Some great….some “ya gotta wonder.”
At the bottom of the big ole swag bag this year sat The Bonne Femme Cookbook by Wini Moranville. Now, I have to admit, I had never heard of the cookbook nor its author but it sounded like something I would adore, and I couldn’t wait to get home to start reading it.
I have been reading through this cookbook as if it were a juicy novel. Page after page of tantalizing recipes without a single photograph or pencil sketch.
Usually when I read through a cookbook for the first time, I’ll flag the pages of recipes I want to try with little stickies. With this cookbook, I found myself flagging every page. I finally gave up doing that and simply marked the top of each intriguing recipe (pretty much every one) with the time of year that recipe would be good to make.
Last night for dinner, I made the Chicken Francese. Oh my…divine! I couldn’t stop licking the garlicky, lemony, white wine-y sauce. My family loved it. I cannot wait to try more.
When we were packing up to leave BlogHerFood, one of my roommates was unable to fit The Bonne Femme Cookbook in her suitcase. I happily took it off her hands. I thought perhaps one of you would like to have the extra copy.
If you are interested in adding The Bonne Femme Cookbook to your collection, let me know in the comments below by Friday, June 29, 2012. Please make sure your email address is in the body of the comment. I’ll have the 7-year-old pick a name from a hat, and then, I’ll mail off the gift to the lucky draw.
And okay, perhaps the recipient of the gift will wonder about me and my fetish to read these cookbooks like a novel, but I know he/she will read through it and be inspired by the author’s creations.