Cookbook Addiction

Between my Kindle and the collection of family recipes my mom gave me when I was wed, and my own obsessive-compulsive drive to buy cookbooks wherever I find them, I own over 100 cookbooks. Easily over 100. Possibly closer to 150. It’s been a long time since I’ve counted.

I read cookbooks like novels. I seldom cook actual recipes out of them. Mostly I use them for inspiration for whatever I plan to fling into the pan/pot/oven on any given day. These days, I’m strictly gluten-free, almost strictly paleo (cheese, you bedevil me), and definitely eating low-carb enough to be in ketosis (day four, and 5 lbs. gone already, whoopee!).

I have several paleo cookbooks and have bookmarked thousands of paleo recipes and blogs (or recipes I want to modify for my LCP plan). I have my own notebook of recipes I have made and should really be blogging about when I find the time to do the food justice.

But I cannot stop myself. I just had to order one more. I’m very excited for this because Nom Nom Paleo is one of the best sources for paleo recipes around. I find it especially informative because Michelle regularly covers the topic of how to feed Littles a paleo diet without going crazy.

I’m still fighting that battle. Grilled cheese sammies are a menu staple around here, despite my efforts to eradicate that greasy yellow goop called “American cheese”. Baby steps. It will happen. My husband now understands why I no longer bake bread or keep any bread or wheat-based foods in the house. The GF pasta I buy is indistinguishable from the wheat stuff, and I’ve perfected GF pizza dough for everyone else to enjoy while I have my meat and salad (trust me, I prefer my meat and salad, I’m not missing anything).

I hope to be back to writing more regularly soon. Husband shot a very nice deer on Thanksgiving morning, bringing our tally to five so far this year. Plenty of roasts, steaks, ground, and stew meat to play with. And this time, he saved me the liver so I can make pate.