Having a domestic moment last weekend, I sorted out the kitchen shelves where our cookery books live. In doing so I found myself reminded of the time one of my ace chums challenged herself to make one recipe from every Cook book she owned (she has considerably more than housemate and I but that’s by the by). Since I’ve got back into cooking lately this seemed like the optimum moment to challenge myself to justify the continued existence of all the books on the shelves… Watch this space for fruits of my labours. Or tales of woe. Or both.
On the subject of trying something new, you may recall that I’d fallen in love at first relevé with my freed classics. They’ve died a sad and tragic death since and I’ve replaced them with another pair (different maker, more paste, hopefully lasting a little longer but I do feel like I’m cheating on my first maker). After a little more than a year, I think I’ve found my shoe…
Knit Two, Pointe Two, Bake Two Together 
We had a bit of a cook a thing out of books we haven’t used a while back. I am currently debating a plan to photograph the cookbook wall, print it out and then write on what we made from which book. With arrows.
I think I might be a little in love with this idea…
I thought i was an idea of genius when I thought it up over breakfast this morning.