Was reminded today how my interest in writing about food began some time back.
I'm talking about, dare I say, before weblogs were invented. (Ha, before a bunch of stuff was invented.)
Here are entries from a cookbook I made for Fred's birthday during the second year that I knew him — my first attempts to help him face the "angry oven".
"Here's your first genuine personal cookbook, with all the tricks of the trade and wild, exciting ideas for your first time stepping boldly into the kitchen "where no man has gone before."
But ... take heart!
You can overcome this frightening world of the wok in SARAH'S COOKING SCHOOL.
The teacher to student ratio is 1:1."
This is one of the get-your-feet-wet recipes from that cookbook:
Seems funny now, but I put that together before nut butters — well, other than peanut butter — were commonly available.
Still, it is a recipe that holds up. It's not so much fuss and allows you to concoct a spread with a tailor-made mix of nuts that's impossible to pluck off the grocery store shelf.
Perhaps you'd like to give the recipe a try. Might be a fine way to begin creating some memories of your own.
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