One of our houses had a pantry and 2 shelves, from wall to wall, were Cookbooks.
I was rich in Cookbooks.
And then we decided to move to South America.
Someone had it in his head that we should not take every single thing we owned with us.
When it came to the Cookbooks, I had to put my foot down.
It was so very hard to choose.
They were more than just Cookbooks .. They had been with me for years !
There was my First Cookbook, then the one that I bought for a gift and liked so much I kept it.
There were the gifts, the books bought on trips and the Cookbook by a man that loved Paris as much as we do .. he died young and I am so glad I kept that Cookbook.
But then there are the magazines with recipes in them.
In English, don't forget.
The familiar recipes with ingredients that I can no longer find here.
Recipes that cannot be followed, recipes that are bound for the trash bin.
Today, a rainy day, I sat on the floor by my little pantry and went through my one shelf of Cookbooks, saying Hello, reminiscing with them about the time I spent so many hours trying to get a dessert just right then finding out that I left out the sugar.
Remembering when I bought that book , Rao's .. New York City Italian food Cookbook.
Personally, at this point in my life, I would rather go to Rao's than bother trying to cook one of his recipes.
And so it goes.
I am cooking for two people now.
I am lazier than ever.
I don't have the same cooking fever I used to have and I never bake anymore.
So today meant Goodbye to some recipes.
I kept the books.. but there were folders full of recipes, lovingly cut out from the New York Times .. gone now.
I feel lighter.
I have the books that mean something but the other stuff is just that ... stuff.
There will be more, I cannot help it, I am a collector.
But for now, it is mostly just the Cookbooks.
I think we will have sandwiches for dinner tonight, it is too warm to cook .