Cookbook Porn

imageI’m not a fan of porn. Call me prude, but it just isn’t my thing. I always preferred the real thing.  That said, I’m a sucker for cookbook porn. I define this as the gorgeous books that now combine mouth watering recipes with inviting photos and wish you were here lifestyle spreads. I bring this up because I popped into the lovely Hudson Grace on Sacramento Street today and with best intentions of solely browsing managed to leave with 2 beautiful cookbooks that fell perfectly into the above category. The first is Sunday Suppers by Karen Mordechai which stems from a series of potluck gatherings she began in Brooklyn in 2008. The second is from Rose Bakery in Paris, London, and Tokyo. In both cases the photos are fantastic and drew me in with their light and just the right mix of messy and lovely and pretty. The recipes cater to our current trend of simple, fresh, whole food, minimal ingredients, and nutritious but delicious offerings. Note that I would still include the likes of cream biscuits in that category just because they are homemade and sound fabulous. There are some gluten free choices in both, and both made me want to rush into the kitchen. I already have the ingredients for the aforementioned biscuits ready for the morning, and I’m wanting to try the raw museli, a kale salad with an herby goddess dressing, a winter slaw, a lemon cake, and date oat bars. Just because . YUM!!!! I love that there are so many chefs and creatives following their passion, and with these books I get to play along with the fantasy since I’m not bold enough (nor capable of carefully following instructions) to open my own bakery

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I have always found reading cookbooks and food magazines immensely relaxing and satisfying. I read, salivate, earmark, rip out, and eventually try the recipes or try some free form Swedish Chef style creation inspired by all this reading. My Dad can’t or pretends not to be able to cook but had always adored reading cookbooks as well so one of the first things I do when I get home is to scour the tables and shelves for new cookbooks. We discuss the merits of each and my incredible cook mom bravely tackles them doing the real work! I suppose it is partly the fun of taking a few ingredients and turning them into a nurturing meal, filling the house with wonderful smells, and losing myself in the calming repetition of slicing, stirring, mixing. I love bringing people together over simple meals, and I cherish our family dinners that we are lucky enough to enjoy most nights. My closest girlfriends are all wonderful cooks with specialties ranging from a world class quiche to beautifully laid veggie platters to fondue and homey veggie soups. One of these days I will give a run down on some of my foolproof meals. And I’d like to share some more cookbooks if that resonates.

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On the cancer front I feel I’m slowly turning a corner. I walked at Crissy Field today without the cane. I’m tired, but my naps are refreshing me. And my leisurely morning routine is serving me well. I had a big cry on Sunday when I woke up groggy and just couldn’t shake my dreams. Somehow that led to having to sit with the idea of death again, and despite my Buddhist reads and my general new acceptance of what could be an untimely death, it all just came down on me and made me very sad. I know it is important to make room for both sadness and anger around this from time to time, and it makes me even more grateful on my many happy days.

The magnolia tree has exploded, and the first blossoms have arrived on the dogwood, all nature’s reminder that change is constant and time rolls along.

 

 

 

 

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