There are times, when in need of divine inspiration, you take to flicking through cookbooks, and then you wish you hadn’t. Take ‘The Great Illustrated American Cookbook’ by a delightfully shy author who wouldn’t put their name to it.
A ‘big apple bagel burger’? Say what?
To be fair, which I suppose I must, this book did make its way to my grubby little paws missing several pages meaning someone may have ripped out all the recipes worth considering. They did at least leave the picture of the ‘rice and fruit ring’, which I am forever grateful for.
It’s yet another cookbook, from the 80’s unsurprisingly enough, filled with dry looking pictures that do little to inspire but! It does have a recipe for cooked carrots and grapes which I am considering force feeding the vegan next time she’s round.
The illustrations leave nothing to chance; the instruction to cover the pot is accompanied by a line drawn picture of a hand putting a lid on a pot. I would say this is good but, to be honest, i’m beginning to suspect this is just a ruse to avoid printed any recipes worth cooking.
It does have a valentine’s party menu for 12, which rather suggests the *ahem* shy author is into swinging, that has in the accompanying photo,.. ‘things’. They look like rolled up waffles or possibly bleached dried up poo. I can’t even work out what they supposed to be from the recipes.
At least I didn’t pay for it.
Oh, and the ‘Jolly Santa’s’ have to be seen to be believed.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
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