Since I’m still in the writing hole I mentioned last week (here and here) where I’m quite taken up with research outside of my area (I’m writing a paper about gender identity politics in ecofeminism, and while I have a full draft now, I am struggling to make it cogent, and there are about 1000 things I want to mention but haven’t worked in), I thought I’d share with you something a little more fun, a little less wordy, to give you a glimpse of my state of mind (there’s a bit in my paper where I talk about how foodie culture takes up a daily necessity and appropriates it a hobby, so I thought it fit).
I love cookbooks. I love to look at them, read them, and even once in a while use them as they’re intended to be used (by following the recipes). I just think they’re beautiful, and even if I don’t use them properly, I always learn a lot about food prep and flavor pairings, and I get inspired by the photos and descriptions. I’m a firm believer in the aesthetic power of books to rouse the imagination and the intellect.
And this is just about the prettiest cook book I’ve ever seen. The recipes are so, so accessible and the ones I’ve tried are fanatic. I found my copy at Paper Source while I was supposed to be shopping for gifts (I get distracted), but you can also find it here. There’s a gorgeous website too.
And if you like this sort of thing, you’ll also enjoy the website They Draw and The Cook. I haven’t gotten their cookbook yet, but it’s definitely going to go on my Christmas list when the time comes. Because you really can’t have too many gorgeous books laying around, can you?
