I have spent part of the evening enjoying a new cookbook that has come into my possession. Now, I should say, I get new cookbooks all the time – which I love – because I review them. But every once in awhile I get one that I know I’ll treasure. That’s the case with this one.
We had a committee meeting for Altrusa tonight and Debbie brought me a copy of the cookbook that she and her sister did with Grandma’s recipes. I love it. Not only for the recipes, but for the stories and poems that are included.
That is the biggest mistake people make when they do a family cookbook – they forget to put the family in it. Recipes are just recipes – lists of ingredients – there’s nothing special about them. I own hundreds of cookbooks – I’ve got a lot of recipes. What makes a cookbook wonderful is when it’s personal. And this one is. I love that.
I think I’ve read all the tidbits added into it by now. I still have some recipes to go through but all the family stuff I’ve already enjoyed. I’m sure I’ll go back to it again, but it’s such a treat to peek into someone else’s world.
It also reminds me I need to get busy with volume 2 of the Terrell Family Cookbook. I did the first one last year for Christmas and want to get another one done this year.
Of course, before that I have to get the Myatt family reunion book done. Seems I’m always doing a book…….
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