Authentic

Well, I haven't written in a while. Sitting down to do it now, I realize I just haven't really been eating much. This whole diet change thing that we implemented over night is paying off in different ways. I wanted to make Zoppa Toscana soup for my husband because he really likes it, so I made it. I used a sweet sausage instead of spicy so the girls, who are probably still traumatized from the pad thai, would be able to eat it. I was content with it, but would like to make it spicier next time. I made some bread, and called it good.

Ten years ago, I bought these cook books. I spent $60 on them. I know, I must have been childless or something. The kicker is I've never even used them. They're very authentic, and half of the listed ingredients I wouldn't even know where to find. I would have to venture into either Bellingham or Everett for some of the stuff. Maybe that's what's stopped me all these years.

So anyways, I was sitting and looking at my cookbooks the other day and realized how many of them have not been used to their full potential and I suddenly started to feel bad. Like the gigantic one from Spain. It was the #1 cookbook in Spain in 2007, I think I used it once. The artwork in it is pretty cool, it's fun to look at. The format is different than what I'm used to though. I see I'm babbling...it's been lovely but I'm gonna scream now!