I feel like I should have labeled this post “My confession” or “The Talk With my Mother”. Do you recall my kitchen remodel cleanup? If not, stop and read this post because it will make this one makes sense. You see, the other day a friend asked why we didn’t keep our wine on the shelf on our island. I honestly never thought about it, as that’s where I stuck the cookbooks and heavy cast-iron.
Though, there was the rub- those damn cookbooks (or should I say the baskets of food dreams?). You see, I had been falling back into the habit of ripping out pages from magazines. I know myself, and know I am a rogue cook. I never make the same recipe twice- it’s just not my style. So why was I saving these damn recipes? I pulled them and all the cookbooks out and went through them again. I dumped the magazine recipes and the binder, and I moved the basket to the pantry (it now holds food). The cookbooks I no longer wanted I piled in my vestibule and encouraged friends to take them. However, something interesting happened. I couldn’t part with the Martha Stewart Everyday Food Magazines. I knew it was because my mother had gotten me the subscription. I also knew my mother would say to me “I never made you any of those meals, so they don’t hold our memories.” She would probably challenge me to make one recipe out of them a week, and to get rid of one every week I didn’t make a recipe.
I laughed at myself, as that was not going to happen. Therfore, it is with a deep breath I say I am giving all 27 of them away. If you live in the United States, love cooking, know someone who does, want to perform your own culinary challenge, or are just missing an issue from your own collection leave me a comment (tell me what you find tasty and I will try to match your preference) or send me email (in the subject please put Everyday Food) and I promise to get one out to you.