Feeling cookbookish

I bought 150 used cookbooks on Saturday, then went out to eat with Anna.

Everyone gets a cookbook for Christmas this year. I listed perhaps 100 on Amazon, and have spent the last couple of evenings lying in bed reading everything from The Shirelles' favorite recipes ("I Met Him on a Sundae") to Pearl Jam's ("Thai Peanut Curry Thang"), both found in The Rock&Roll Cookbook, to Tuskegee Institute's African American Heritage Cookbook ("Smothered Yardbird" and "Mrs. Vera Foster's Southern Gumbo"); to "Erogenous Scones" and "Incredible Oedible Pie" in a mock Freudian cookbook; and "Lowrider Beef Picadillo" from The Biker Cookbook (surprisingly, a collection of reasonable recipes).

I suppose that the next step is a trip to the grocery store.

NTD