I love cookbooks.
And I love when my kitchen looks like this. There’s just something about getting lost in a good cookbook or magazine. The beautiful photos. Imagining the smells and tastes. Learning new dishes and new ingredients. Looking back at recipes that you enjoyed and seeing some sauce splattered on the page.
I also love getting a local cookbook from anyplace that I travel to. It’s just a wonderful way to immerse yourself in the culture. Ever better is trying the fare and either searching out the recipe on your own or talking to the chef about how to prepare the dish. What better way to travel than with your stomach!
Therapy…Reading cookbooks is complete therapy for me. It is relaxing yet stimulating. Passive, but active. It’s armchair traveling. It’s a story. A narrative. And always with a great ending.
What are your favorite cookbooks?
The Grilled Atheist