I don’t know how many cookbooks I have, but it is a lot.
This was driven home when a house stager told us to cut the number of books on
the shelves by half! Some of these books
are ones I’ve barely skimmed. Others I use for as little as a single recipe.
And yet others I’ve read cover to cover, more than once, to the point the pages
are loose or stained with sauce.
I pick cookbooks up for new ideas, time-tested recipes,
inspirational photos, insights to the minds of exciting chefs, great writing,
and techniques. If I strike the jackpot, a book might have most of those
things. If I had to choose the best, my favourite, or the last one I’d let go,
I’m not sure which I’d pick. And yet I put that