I’ve always had this weird relationship with cookbooks. As soon as I walk into a bookstore I make a beeline for the cookbook section and can lose hours of my life as I peruse individual titles. It feels like certain books call out to me; they glimmer on the shelf and catch my eye. They beg me to bring them home and I’m always tempted even though I know I can find a much cheaper price online. Usually temptation wins. I love the smell of a brand new cookbook; the shiny crisp new pages filled with bright beautiful food photos and incredible sounding recipes. I love the instant gratification of a book store. When I know I want a particular cookbook it becomes like an obsession. I must have it.