booktastic

Sorry that I haven’t been posting much this past week… It’s been snowing, which means that I’ve been staring out of the bus at snow rather than reading.

It’s my birthday today. I am officially almost not a kid anymore. Next year is the big three-oh… I’m not sure how I feel about that. I wax and wane between excited, confused and bewildered.

I went to Borders on Friday to try and do a little more Christmas shopping and just finish off a couple of people… with no luck. I wound up purchasing myself a book (as per usual, only this time I justified it as a “to myself” birthday gift) - but, really, it’s not much of a book: it’s called I’m Just Here For the Food: Cook’s Notes and claims to be “brought to you by Alton Brown“. It was on the clearance rack for $2.99, if you’re interested.

Thing of it is - this is a empty book. It’s ruled with lines so that you can put your own recipes and cooking notes into it; it doesn’t even have, like, funny quotes from him or anything. It’s not “brought to you by Alton Brown” any more than your math homework is brought to you by Pikachu. However, I didn’t buy it for the Alton Brown-ness; I’m copying all my random recipes into it so that they won’t be floating around the kitchen on random bits of paper and sticky notes anymore, which is a Good Thing. No more will I have to hunt through the Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook for the back of an envelope that I wrote my recipe for meatloaf on: now it is safely ensconced in a bound book of Mrs. Hall’s foods. Tra-la.

I am, however, thinking of putting Gremlin stickers all over the place where it says “Brought to you by Alton Brown”, because it kind of irritates me to have Alton Brown claiming credit for all of my recipes.  — Mrs. Hall

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