My friend and "Mad About Martha" cookbook author, Sara and I have a tradition, we exchange cookbooks. Both of us are avid home cooks so this is not as easy as it sounds. It's difficult to find a cookbook that is useful and challenging while not a repeat to someone's collection. This year's cookbook arrived and after opening it immediately (DAH! of course I opened it already! Come on... does anyone wait to open gifts that arrive in the mail?) I laughed because I received one of the two books I chose for Sara; I just sent her the other one.
The greatest challenge for me about our annual cookbook exchange is the necessity to pay for shipping. I will go on record and state, I HATE to pay for shipping! I mean HATE as in, LOATHE entirely! Hate, as in, I HATE spiders! Hate, as in, get that liver off my plate NOW! Hate, as in, I HATE traffic! Get the picture? So, shipping Sara her cookbook proves my devotion to her on two levels; one, I carefully chose a cookbook she will hopefully both enjoy and use, two, I paid for shipping!
What began many years ago (dating us a bit here) as gifts to each other then couple gifts (we each got married) then on to couples gifts and children's gifts (we each had two daughters) has morphed into a "family" gift and come full circle. It is a wondrous thing to exchange cookbooks. The gifter gets to be part of their loved ones meals. If you are not exchanging cookbooks with someone you love, consider it. Cookbooks are a nuturing and caring gift that allow you to participate in lives through food. My greatest hope is that my cookbook will become the one that is NEVER put away. The cookbook that has a cracked spine, is food-stained and covered in flour. The loved and trusted cookbook you cannot do without...
So ends my tale of two parcels. Happy Holidays!
Avid home cook and passionate instructor