It's a seven letter word that I love. I love to cook. I love to bake. I love to try new things. I LOVE LOVE LOVE cookbooks. It's almost become a problem my love of cookbooks. I have some that are older than dirt that belonged to my Grandmother. I have some ones that I just really won't cook anything out of. I have one that moved with me from Dads house that I always claimed as MINE. I cooked things for the family out of it as a trial and error in cooking. They didn't always rock but they were good sports and told me other-wise.
I love to bake and honestly that I think comes from my Grandma J. She was a baker. I would love to get my hands on her baking recipes. That will be a great day. Just to look through them and copy the ones that I remember as a child.
Last year I stumbled upon what is now one of my favorite websites. The Pioneer Woman. End of Story, hooked. I spent countless hours deep in her website. Many of those spent drooling over the dishes she cooked and blogged about. Then, but what could have made my world better, was her announcing a cookbook! WHAT?! How did she know that that was what I dreamed of.
It was released and I waited patiently to purchase it. Until my sister, Monica, promised me that very book for Christmas. JACKPOT!!!
I have now read it cover to cover and even tried a few of the mouth-watering recipes that call my name such as the Marlboro Man Sandwhich and her Potato Skins.
I think I may have a problem... :D
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