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One of the many blessings about this whole blogging thing - besides being able to share my Ugly Vulgarity with the masses - is that I have started getting free stuff in the mail. Last year I got a cool tea pot, and food scale, and a few other fabulous and fun things. And I am now the recipient of books. Cook books, in fact. And anyone who knows me knows I read cook books like most people read novels. If the covers of Harlequin Romances had citrus fruits draped in frilly shirts I would totally buy them in hopes that somewhere between all the rolling around in fields of lavendar with the long-haired man from the horse stables there would be a recipe for marmalade.

I have a stack of books, in fact, I have been meaning to get through and give a proper review on this site. And now I have the time to do so.

Through some life events of late, the message seems to be loud and clear that life is short, and no one will applaud at my funeral when they say, "... she worked so much that I never saw her, and we never kept in touch. But she was my best friend ever." Life is short, and the value within is not created through serving crab cakes to ungrateful people who wanted chicken sate', nor will it be found listening to Shouting Man come through the front door of The Restaurant.

So at the last minute I was able to clear my schedule for a few days and I am taking... God help me... a road trip. I do not like road trips. I like to travel. I like to see things. But sitting in a car for hours upon end makes me whiny, crampy and very immature and annoying.

You can imagine how excited The Husband is.

But this time I have reading material - lots of it. And along with my pillow, blanket, beef jerky and other bad-for-me snacks, I will be bringing my latest surprise in the mail.

There is Tea Party by Tracy Stern:

Small Bites Big Nights by Govind Armstrong:

Sara Foster's Casual Cooking:

And Everyday Food - Great Fast Food:

I was asked to read the books, cook a few recipes and give my thoughts. And I will be able to make this happen, as we are visiting family in a town where Saturday nights at the Bowl-a-rama is the closest thing to a black tie affair. If you happen to live in a small town and have a Bowl-A-Rama and see a person sitting at the bar eating party mix and drinking a beer with one of these books in her hand, it's me. Stop by and say hello. I am not so much a bowler as I am dangerous with a heavy ball. So, often I am asked to get drinks.

That I am good at.

Back on Sunday. Until them comments are off. Unless you all want links to ads for Viagra, and live web-cams from the men's locker room at the senior center in Saskatoon.

Posted by Foodwhore at April 4, 2007 11:18 PM

Posted by: caitlyn at April 10, 2007 10:27 PM