i have this memory of cookbooks. whether it was the one in my mom’s kitchen that had the perfect banana bread recipe and just right pie crust. or maybe it is that soiled and wrinkly piece of lined paper that has followed me through college and my mission and keeps telling me how to make our amazing tanner sugar cookies. lately it has been an ingenious book filled with crock pot recipes asking for only 5 ingredients and my new cupcake experiments. i also remember a metal bookcase in my granny’s kitchen filled with countless recipe books. some spiral bound. others hard backs with glossy covers. (that is me leaning against said bookcase in the kitchen with my dad and granny… i know you’re jealous of my amazing fashion awareness!) the funny part about this memory is that i never cooked with my granny. and i never saw her cooking. i did appreciate her homemade chex mix in an overflowing bowl each christmas, but i never saw the mix in production. but i remember the wealth of information in that kitchen. i remember the eagerness to talk to my granny. i remember the delicious meals and treats with cousins in that kitchen. i even remember receiving my very first cabbage patch doll in that kitchen. she had red yarn hair.
so back to the cookbooks…. for some reason, through all of these examples, i thought the cook book of all cook books was of the better homes and garden type, you know a 3-ring binder filled with cooking know-how. my mom actually has a yellow pillsbury one. but when i saw the red checkered better homes and garden one earlier this year i knew that it needed to be added to my collection immediately.
i have used it frequently. but most impressive was my meal this past week. i came home with a craving for sloppy joes. we didn’t have any sloppy joe seasoning packets and this was the only way i knew how to make the little sloppy sandwiches. so i pulled out my trusty book, flipped through it and started working.
and just like that we were eating sloppy joes for dinner. they were even better than any seasoning packet (probably my secret addition of brown sugar!) i was very impressed with myself, and christian was even more impressed. which is probably most important.