I was going through my bookcase this morning and found a cookbook that didn't seem familiar. I went to list it on my cookbook inventory (I know, so geeky) and found that it was already entered. As usually happens whenever I check out a list, I started going through the inventory. My collection now numbers 264 cookbooks.
I'm pretty thorough when listing these books. I note the type, name, author and date purchased or received as a gift. After a try a recipe, I enter that, the page and any comments on the results. To my surprise, I found that I have made many recipes from these books and don't remember doing so, except for a few.
Now, I'm sitting here wondering why I'm still only eating some rather plain chicken or salmon most every night. I've gotten into such a rut.
Now that the weather is starting to cool down I hope to recover my adventurous spirit and try some more new recipes. After all, all that plain chicken and salmon masquerading as diet food has done nothing for me except make me crave more interesting foods.
Let's see what I can find to make tonight. Keep tuned for my report.