Been on a cleaning out and fixing up kick around here lately. Out with old furniture, in with new; painting walls — kind of my version of Spring cleaning only in the Fall. (ok so I’m running behind a little.)
I have what I thought was a mini-project in my kitchen. Turned out to be a little more work. A solid oak 3-shelf bookcase resides at the end of my kitchen counter and it is chocked (and I do mean chocked) full of cookbooks. Oh yeah, plus the flashlight, pencil sharpener and that weird sticky thingy that spins and you roll it on your clothes to get rid of Golden Destroyer hair.
The latest idea was to replace that bookcase with a pie safe – and no, not for pies but for closed storage. The pie safe came from the ‘unfinished wood’ store and Devoted Spouse lovingly stained it and made it gorgeous. And it’s done. Most projects taken on by Devoted Spouse take a few years to complete (he’s busy) but this one was finished in an extraordinarily fast time. So fast, that I haven’t had time to sort out my cookbooks and get ready.
Wednesday morning all the cookbooks came out of the bookcase. Oh my aching back. Why would anyone collect Southern Living Cookbooks dating back to the 1980s? What was I thinking? Do I use them? No. Those ‘southern’ recipes have too much fat and sugar in them and I’m basically too lazy to re-invent them. And there’s also that little problem of chopping and dicing — I tend to chop and dice my fingers, not the chicken. But I can’t get rid of the books. You see….I’m a closet cookbook hoarder. There…it’s out.
I have hundreds and hundreds of cookbooks, most of which are stored in the basement. And now, my beloved Southern Living books are there too…with the exception of the current edition, last year’s Christmas edition, and the 40th Annual edition. And then, I HAD to keep the Barefoot Contessa books, and my Hungry Girl books, and a few crockpot recipe books, and, and, and, oh crap where are all these stupid books gonna go in the new pie safe? The pie safe is supposed to hold all the miscellaneous cooking gadgets I don’t have room for in my cabinets.
I truly enjoy collecting the cookbooks; I love to read them, but I rarely use them. I may pick a recipe here or there but I’m just not the cook I used to be. That’s how I packed on 45 pounds – home cooking. So now so many poor books sit in the basement all alone with no one is gazing at their lovely pages or marking their recipes. They’ve been relegated to the dungeon. The shame of it all. But get rid of them? NEVAH! … sigh