Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Have I shared with you the fact that my mother is an excellent cook? She is. She makes some of the most amazing and satisfying dishes you can imagine. Whether it is risotto, lasagna or homemade pizza she creates masterpieces for the stomach. Over the years she has adapted her recipes to accommodate my brother and my slightly obsessive dietary concerns. I mean she makes pizza with a scant amount of Parmesan and tons of sauce, just the way I like it. All her recipes are made with whole wheat flour or pasta to make them as healthy and nutritious as possible.
The picture above showcases the haphazard way that each book has been used and then returned to its place. Nothing proper about it, just a real consequence of making magic in the kitchen. I remember my childhood days when my height limited my view to these books. I still get giddy when Mom pulls out the ancient cookie book and whips up some of my all time favorite snickerdoodles.
I hope one day I can have a place just like this for my cookbooks and that they will be arranged in the same loving, if not random way. Thanks Mom.