I’m still sick and I think I was overly ambitious to shovel out the front walk and top of the driveway when I got home. But that hasn’t unstuck a little thing I’ve been hearing about more and more.
Are cookbooks a thing of the past? (Along with store catalogs?)
I’ve been seeing more and more about this (when I have the time and energy to chase up relevant sources I will and update this post). Not are books dead, but specifically wondering if cookbooks passé?
I always forget the rice vinegar:sugar:salt ratios when making sushi rice. I opted to do something that I’d not done in a while as was proven evident by the dust billowing from the kitchen shelf and the threat of avalanche as I disturbed the order.
I took down and opened a cookbook.
Yes, I’m surprised it wasn’t written on the bottle too. I’m going to write on a label and stick it on.
I was surprised when I realized that it had been a while since I last took down a cookbook. When I wasn’t napping this weekend and was too tired to read or knit I thought about this phenomenon. If I call up mum and ask her how to make X Y or Z, she tells me to google it. If I don’t know what to make and it doesn’t fit into one of my standby dishes, I start plugging things into big oven or I just list ingredients in the search box and find something.
Privacy concerns aside and in my scenario potentially moot, I wouldn’t mind having my grocery receipts feed into a database on our home server and various algorithms help me figure out a balanced week of food with minimum waste and maximum variety. It’d need a separate interface to log in farmer’s market and home-grown items too, but that’d be cool!
One of my first experiences with electronic recipes was The Jewish Food Mailing List. It was awesome to open and save and develop a database of recipes I enjoyed that could be searched faster than my handwritten index card system (my new printer will print 3×5 cards so I might try again at analog).
My current reading of cookbooks is much like that of Kevin, as a novel or thriller. I rarely cook from recipes I find there, and more often than not use a search engine to help me concoct lunch or dinner.
Perhaps TMI, but this is what I think about when I’m sick. You don’t want to know what happened while I had the plague back in ’96 and had just read Preston’s The Hot Zone. I didn’t sleep for a week and was wary to eat anything for a while.
Are your cookbooks been gathering dust?