Someone on Facebook asked her followers if they still used or owned any cookbooks. I replied that I cook from cookbooks about 25% of the time which was probably a little high, although many of the recipes I use regularly originally came from cookbooks. I tend to use other means (the internet, recipe cards, no recipe, Blue Apron) to find recipes these days.
That doesn’t mean I don’t have a lot of cookbooks. My favorites are the Moosewood cookbooks and California Fresh — a cookbook created by the Junior League of Oakland-East Bay and given to us 30 years ago by our next door neighbors, and dear friends.
Many books are stained on the pages we most often use and two cookbooks (The Moosewood Cookbook and Clay Cookery) have broken spines and have since been put in three-ring binders.
I have an emotional attachment to most of my cookbooks and have a hard time giving/throwing any away (although I did a purge of several a few years ago). Cookbooks that have outlived their duty in my kitchen (unlike those below) have their own shelf in the family room.
75% of my cookbooks. The others are elsewhere.
Bridget’s post about One Hundred Years of Solitude made me think about all the books that people I respect have read and loved and that I tried to read, but never finished.
In no particular order:
- One Hundred Years of Solitude: I swear I have started this book a dozen times and enjoy it, but once I get to a certain part (don’t ask me which, I don’t remember) I put it down and don’t pick it back up.
- A Prayer for Owen Meany: I love, love, love John Irving’s books, but, while I tried this a couple times, I couldn’t get past the first couple chapters.
- The Bible: Yes, I have tried to read The Bible a number of times but never got past the part where Moses keeps having to go up the mountain, then back down, then up again, then back down.
- Wolf Hall: I really like the historical setting but the book dragged for me.
I am sure there are more.