remember my ice cream problem? well, it just occurred to me that i have a very similar cookbook problem. i am not the chef in my house–i leave that to my husband. if i were the chef, we would live on a consistent diet of mac & cheese, pb&j, soup, bean & avo burritos, and chocolate cake. i have zero problem with that, but the boy craves variety (and is a great cook), so he took over food duty years ago.
when i went vegan, he got bummed and i got nervous, because he wasn’t sure what to make and i wasn’t sure how to reassure him. my instant solution was to buy a boatload of cookbooks, imagining these fun lazy saturdays where we sat around, paging through them, marking recipes that sounded good to both of us. well, i’ve been vegan since october 2004, and guess how many of those saturdays we’ve had? you guessed it! zero.
still, i wasn’t deterred. i kept buying cookbooks, and putting cookbooks on my christmas/birthday lists, and now i’ve developed quite an impressive collection. i have made a few recipes from several of them, but the honest (and embarrassing) truth is that my beautiful vegan cookbooks are sorely underutilized. i’m really more of a cookbook collector than anything. here are a few titles from my recent buying history, and in each case i’ve made approximately zero to one recipe from each: tofu 123, vive le vegan, the joy of vegan baking, veganomicon, and eat drink & be vegan. now seriously: those are all awesome cookbooks! what is my problem?
any other cookbook collectors out there who want to make me feel less alone and foolish? please?