Crusts and Crumbs: A beautiful book.

Friday, October 30, 2009

A beautiful book.

Tomorrow is my birthday. My parents gave me a present today when I was home. My dad was so excited to give it to me, and rightly so. : ) It was this beautiful, classic, priceless addition to my cookbook collection. (I try to collect a cookbook from every interesting region I visit...)

It's so pretty.

I love the pattern on the dust cover and the hardback.

They're just so...classy. It makes me feel like some sort of chef just owning this famous book! Quite deceiving. ; )

I spent a good two hours just thumbing through it this evening. I love all the detailed instructions and tips it has! So handy.

I found so many interesting new things to try. With so many names! I will never be able to say any of them. : )

I did recognize a few of the names...

I've always wanted to try making lamb. Now I have a full blown guide to it! I just have to find some lamb...more challenging then you might think in small town Kansas.

And the desserts! Yum yum yum.

Anything with "flambee" in the title has to be good, right?

1 comment:

Sarah HamerOctober 31, 2009 at 9:52 AM
I have that cookbook too--and it is for sure one that could be on display. Let me know if you try any recipes from it--I haven't yet.
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Change.

Understand, I don’t intend to stop posting recipes completely. I still love cooking, and sharing that love with others. But I’ve also always enjoyed writing, and have recently rediscovered that dusty love. I feel like digging it out of the attic, and giving it a bit of a polish. I’ve been inspired by other bloggers, by their
daily grit and grind that they share with the world. By their faith and tenacity as they plod through life. I feel like taking advantage of the flexibility of a blog, and writing what I feel like, when I feel like it. The crusts and the crumbs of my life. A recipe today, a remodel post tomorrow, a reflection on parenting next week. I face a wide open space, waiting to be
filled with whatever I desire. And I like that challenge.

Me.

Much of my writing will never even see the light. It will never make it past the parchment of my mind, where it is scribbled in invisible ink for me alone. But some of it does. That bit is what is written here. Humbly posted for the world to see, if it cares, or to ignore if it doesn’t.
I’m not a spotlight kind of girl. I’m shy, and quiet, and a bit reserved. Oh, I like a good razzing between friends, and a spirited board game with the best of them. I love hosting friends and family and cherishing moments together.
But at my soul, in my heart of hearts, I’m a quiet evening with my man, fire blazing, hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea kind of girl. That’s when I’m most blissful.
So, I don’t write for a spotlight, imagined or otherwise. I don’t write for others. I write for me. If not a single person (besides my soul mate-we’re bonded as one, so he counts as me) reads this blog, I’d be just as satisfied in writing it as if a thousand had read it.Which is good, because a thousand people definitely
won’t be reading this. No, I write because there is an itch in my soul. An urge, somewhere deep inside of my being, to craft my thoughts into words and inscribe them, preserve them, and make meaning from them. It brings me peace to take the whirling dervish in my mind and put him to rest.