A few books arrived today:
Writing at the Kitchen Table: The Authorized Biography of Elizabeth David by Artemis Cooper. No idea what I'll encounter here, but biographies are such a pleasure of mine. It doesn't even matter if I have any idea who the person is. But in this case I do, and food enters in, so the pleasure is sure to be doubled.
Stand Facing the Stove: The Story of the Women who Gave America the Joy of Cooking by Anne Mendelson. I hope this book is better than the actual cookbook; everything I've ever made from The Joy of Cooking has been a disappointment. This could be entirely my fault, however, as evidenced by the pheasant incident.
And,
Moro, The Cookbook by Sam and Sam Clark. Full of wonderful Arabic-Spanish recipes--great for dreaming, but will it provide me with any recipes I can actually use? We'll see. The sourdough starter made from grapes looks kind of interesting. A little sticker on the front of the book proclaims 'This is the book I've been waiting for'--Nigella Lawson, Vogue
"Yeah, me too"--Leah, The Bungalow
I think blogging is going to ruin the internet. Or, what I mean, is that it's already starting to make searching the internet that much more difficult.
Today I googled the words "reindeer poops" looking for the recipe for these chocolate peanut candies my aunt always makes for Christmas. Did I find reindeer poops? No, I come across some blog called Umm. . .would you go to bed with me.
Now, although this is a rather catchy title, I didn't even read on to find out exactly why my search led me there. Couldn't bear to.
I pity the poor souls who really want to improve their own bungalow kitchens and they have to waste precious seconds here before moving on. I really ought to provide some actual bungalow kitchen sites on a sidebar or something, out of simple human consideration.
On to the to-do list it goes.
10:50:42 PM 
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