Like losing a cookbook. Somehow, I've misplaced an Ina Garten cookbook. And while I shouldn't be indulging in potato salad right now, diet and all, you see, I could make a mess and give it to someone, or at least try to control myself by eating the smallest portion of it each day. Until that cookbook turns up I'll not be satisfied. I'll be distracted and feeling like something is gone, missing, or undone. And those new red potatoes will sit and accuse me of not making good use of them. Nothing worse than accusatory potatoes.
When I moved the time before last, I lost a whole box of cookbooks that I'm still mourning. One was Ina Garten's first cookbook. Love those Outrageous Brownies!
Posted by: Keetha | Tuesday, 05 June 2007 at 04:55 PM