I have a thing for cookbooks in general—big, glossy pictures of tortes and asparagus? Sold. But The Big Fat Duck Cookbook is really beyond. Like, keeping it in a kitchen would seem wrong. There are crazy, intricate illustrations, dishes art-directed to a whole bananas new level, and recipes that fill multiple pages of a book that's as tall as my arm.
The ginormous thing is from Heston Blumenthal, the mad scientist-type chef at the book's namesake restaurant in England. (He makes things like smoked bacon-and-egg ice cream.) And, duh, because the book probably took the budget of an indie film to produce, it's price tag is a leeeeetle removed from that of The Joy of Cooking. We're talking $158 on Amazon when it comes out in Nov.
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
1 comment:
yick. I've never felt so not hungry from looking at food.
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