Like wirecutter has admitted he's a holster whore, I must admit I'm a cookbook whore. I hunt them, hoard them, cherish them. I'll pore over one, pulling wild and wacky recipes and unleash them on my unsuspecting family. I have an entire bookcase of them. When my Grandma Doris passed, the only things I wanted were her aprons and her cookbooks. Oh, and the Depression era rose glass pieces she had in her china cabinet. If I come across something unusual in the culinary category, I must possess it. Today, I found this in one of the pic dumps I frequent, and hunted down a used copy in excellent condition. It should be here sometime next week. When I come across something cool, I'll post it here.
See, Mrs. Henry? I do too know how to share. When I wanna.