I need to come clean about something. I didn’t finish my book. The cookbook-thing that I told you about months ago, well, I never finished
it. It was 11:45 on the night before my
coupon went from “free book” to “$25 off a book that surely costs more than $25.” I was furiously typing, and talking to
Handsome about how I just needed to get a few more recipes typed and then I
could do the book. And Handsome says to
me, “You’re a wonderful person, and have no timing/procrastination issues at
all.” Okay, that’s not really what he
said. What he said was something along
the lines of “You don’t have pictures of the majority of your recipes. You should have pictures. You want pictures. Don’t publish a crappy book just because you’re
late. Take the hit, end up paying more
for it, but make a book you can be proud of.”
That man, I’ll tell you what, he’s brilliant sometimes. And if he’d lose the mustache, I’d tell you I
absolutely love love LOVE his face.
Anyhow, we had that conversation months upon months ago, and
guess what? I still don’t have pictures
for the majority of the recipes in the book I seem to be trying my darndest not to finish. And I still have to type of some of my
recipes. Have I made those things? Oh, heck yes I have. Did I photograph any of them? One.
Last week. Have I included any of
those photos in the book yet? Not a
chance.
So starting this week, *SWEEPING PROCLAMATION*,
I’m only going to make cookbook recipes!
Actually, what I mean by that is I’m going to make 3-5
cookbook recipes a week. I’m going to
photograph what I make. And I’m going to
type 5-7 recipes a week. Typing,
cooking, and photographing, thus will be the sum of my days. Here’s what most of the pages of my book look
like right now:
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| Top Left: MeatLoaves Top Right: Red Enchiladas Bottom Left: Steak Bites Bottom Right: Tacos |
If I were working from this,
we see that I need to type these 4 recipes, and also make & photograph one
of them. I choose… Notmeatloaf. You’ve never heard of the dish “Notmeatloaf”? Let me assure you, anything that is “Notmeatloaf”
is wonderful. Why is something that is
not “Notmeatloaf” in my cookbook?
Handsome l-o-v-e-s notNotmeatloaf.
So, as you young grasshoppers will learn, and you old grasshoppers know,
in marriage, you make sacrifices. Him,
he works 3 jobs and goes grocery shopping with me for company. Me, I make him meatloaf on a semi-annual
basis. Because that’s love, ladies &
gents.
Okay, not that we’ve had all
that lovey-dovey talk, I feel properly chastised and am convinced that I should
make Handsome some meatloaf this week. There
we go, the beginning of my dining menu.
And now, since I’d hate to start one
more thing and not finish it, here is the rest of the menu for the Magagnotti
household. You see anything you like,
you call me up, I’ll set you a place. Also,
we’re going to be eating a lot of pantry items in this week’s menu. Its because I’d rather moved canned green
beans in my stomach than in a box, and we’re supposedly moving sometime next
week. You might think that a person
should know for sure, if she is moving out of her house within the next 10
days. Me, no, I like to play it by ear.
