That's right, FORTY-THREE. And I'm a single girl in my very early 20's who lives at home with the parents. That's why my cookbooks live on a little shelf at the end of my bed:
|Don't hate, I'm allowed to like the Justice League ok!|
Today, I had a scary premonition that one day I'll become "that crazy cookbook lady" with a house full of ceiling high shelves that are serious earthquake hazards even when screwed to the wall.
It was a disturbing thought, but after dwelling on it for half a day I realised that I don't care. I like cookbooks, thankyouverymuch.
Wanna see my collection?
|Some of those "Dr Gluten" books don't count, because they're informational and don't contain recipes. Phew!|
|I'm collecting gluten-free cookbooks...|
|Heck, I'm collecting anything cookbooks! See that brown one? It's Nigella Lawson's latest: Kitchen. (amazing, by the way)|
|No, I didn't steal these from the library and I don't put Dewey numbers on my own books. I just love library sales. Sue me.|
These are some of the cookbooks I've currently got on loan from the library:
|*ahem* I returned heaps of books to the library this morning... and still had this huge stack! How lame am I?!|
So, how many cookbooks do you own? Please say this isn't just me... being weird and stuff.