We have a lot of cookbooks. New cookbooks, old cookbooks, foreign cookbooks, classic cookbooks. And they live everywhere.
On the bed.
On the floor.
On the counter near the door.
(The fun starts at 2:20. And I can stop with the youtube videos anytime. I just don't want to)
Like that. But with cookbooks. No sex. And no Matt Damon.
So how is it that despite owning literally HUNDREDS of cookbooks, I aways seem to cook out of the same 3-4?
For special occasions: Sunday Suppers at Lucques
I think know that Mozza and I need to take a break but its just so hard. I love that book so much. Everytime I open it I find more things I want to make and share with you. Like the perfect pizza crust. And salted butterscotch bundino*.
Remember the garbanzo beans you made for the best hummus ever? The ones I implored you to make a full pound of? Well I hope you listened because despite being one of the most humble ingredients in this salad, they are the star. Sure, there's salami and cheese, but I dug, scooped, and picked out all the beans for myself.
And I think you will too. But a bite with everything? Pretty much salad heaven. Or at least as close as you can get without baking some cheese.