Monday, February 1, 2010
I love cookbooks. I love picking up a cookbook, holding it in my hands and flipping through the pages. I love how the dishes range from the mundane to the decadent. I love perusing the pictures and finding things that look especially mouthwatering.
The funny thing is that I rarely, I mean RARELY, actually cook from my books.
I've been contemplating this for the last couple of days. I should really have a personal chef. I adore designing meals. I love to put together a perfect menu. I've already told you that I used to throw dinner parties. I used to be a professional meeting planner as well. It was so much fun to pour over the possible locations and caterers. Then, pick out the perfect menu to fit the event and the attendees. Even now I like to imagine my table set with wonderful well-balanced meals. I just need a chef to put it together.
I am trying to become a better wife and mother by cooking more. I should do a "Julie and Julia" thing and blog about one new recipe a day. It won't happen, but it would be good. I will, however, make an effort to blog about those recipes I do try. I hope to share many cookbook triumphs with you this year. And, who knows, maybe I will dust off some of my other favorite cookbooks to bathe in my oven light.