If you haven’t heard of the author Michael Perry, stop
reading this and go to his website right
now. Over the years he has chronicled his
small town life in Wisconsin from the point of view of a volunteer firefighter,
part-time pig farmer, and more recently, husband and father. In Truck: A Love Story, he remembers the year
he rebuilt his truck (and somehow made this fascinating to me) and met his
wife. With self-deprecating humor he
describes the cooking paralysis he experiences when calculating that it would
take him over fourteen years to try all the recipes in his relatively limited
collection of thirteen cookbooks…and that’s not even counting “the Internet,
otherwise known as the Devil’s Mind-Fryer” where he finds twenty recipes for
snickerdoodles on one recipe site. “How in
the name of sifted sugar do you choose?”
My cookbook collection is more than thirteen, and that’s
after spending much of the past year weeding out the ones that I don’t use and
selling them at Half-Price Books. I am
down to a few basic must-haves and several restaurant cookbooks so that I can
recreate dishes that I have enjoyed elsewhere, like the mac and cheese from Reata in Fort Worth. However, I am more likely to read a cookbook
than cook from it on an average night.
There are pretty pictures, you can read a few pages at a time and set it
down, you can dream about all the yummy stuff you’ll make when you have the
time and unlimited resources necessary to buy exotic ingredients at Whole Foods…what’s
not to love?
I don’t rely on recipes to cook dinner for the family because
I’m comfortable enough with the “I don’t have any swiss chard but spinach is
green so nobody will know the difference” approach. When a recipe catches my eye, I think in
terms of 1) would I eat that and 2) do I have some of the key ingredients? For example, this week we had my version of
this recipe for white
bean stew. Got some of the
ingredients? Check. Cold enough to have soup? Check.
I replaced the can of white beans with dried white beans that I soaked. I replaced the chopped tomatoes with
crushed. I added some minced onion and a
couple spoonfuls of pesto. It all went
into the slow cooker before work and when I got home I stirred in some spinach. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
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