As I've stated numerous times before, I love to read about food. My obsession with cookbooks is a clear indication of how much I enjoy reading about food. I can (and will) spend hours in the cooking section of any bookstore leafing through pages of various cookbooks.
I find it comforting. It's like comfort food for your intellectual side.
Apparently, I also like reading about regrettable foods. Shannon picked up some cooking-related books for me during his most recent trip to the public library, and I nearly laughed out loud when I saw this one.
I might have been a bit hopeful that the recipes would be published with the photos of tabletop carnage. Alas, I was ultimately disappointed. It's a good thing the clever captions made up for the lack of recipes, then. I found the whole book just delightful from cover to cover.
There's something joyous in reliving the cooking nightmares of years past while simultaneously thanking your lucky stars that your mom never attempted to serve salmon pate. Although, my mom did often make "Beef Biscuit Roll."
Ask me about how that turned out sometime...