I love cook books, if they were cheaper or I had an endless supply of money I would own every cookbook possible. The best thing about them has to be the pictures. My two sisters and I often sit in the lounge simply looking through the books, chattering about how delicious the recipes look. It is quite dissapointing when you order a book and it arrives and only every 5th page has a photo. Dear Chef, please show us more photos! Gratefully, Vered
My first cookbook was Claudia Roden’s ‘The Book Of Jewish Food’ which I received as a Batmitzvah present when I was 12. I never cooked anything on my own at that age so it sat on my shelf for several years. Nowadays, I like to flick through it here and then. Some of my favourites these days include Lorraine Pascale’s ‘Baking Made Easy‘ (I have made her banoffee pie many times) and the small BBC Good Food ones, (my sister Danya introduced me to these as she owns almost all of them – a bargain at £5 each and bursting with photos).
I often browse the book section in charity shops, as this can be a great way to find cheap used recipe books. The idea that someone else has used it and passed it on is quite romantic to me.
Yesterday, I found a wonderful cook book in the pound shop: ‘The perfect Marriage. The Art of Matching Food & Sherry Wines from Jerez’. It has a foreword and special section by Heston Blumenthal. It consists of tapas style recipes from 15 different chefs, including Marcus Wareing, and each recipe comes with a suggestion of the best accompanying sherry.
Of course, I bought it. I read my new cook book all the way home on the bus. The photos are pure food porn! Some of my favourites of the exciting recipes are:
- ‘Deep-Fried Watercress’
- ‘Foie Gras with Chilli Jam’
- ‘Masala Crab cakes with Crab Mayonnaise’
- ‘Cardamon Rice Pudding with Honey & Cumin Glazed Figs’
- ‘Crispy Lamb Rolls with Caramelised Sweetbreads’
Hungry yet? I was!
A word of advice for you though; do not read food porn on the bus. When I reached my destination I was salivating, starving hungry and desperate to get off. Pun intended.