The Book Lady Blog

My mother was a home economics teacher for more than 25 years, so I grew up with her wonderful cooking.  Needless to say, with such a great cook in the house, I didn’t really learn to cook myself, but I am known for being able to crank out some basic dishes.  My repertoire has expanded somewhat since I got married – and although I do enjoy cooking, I am not that knowledgeable. Thank goodness my husband can BBQ.

I have a nice collection of cookbooks, I seem to pick them up here and there and always have the best of intentions of reading and learning from them.  Unfortunately, I always forget they are there, and it wasn’t until recently, watching the movie “Julie & Julia” on cable that I realized the power of a good cookbook. 

I dusted off my stack of books and started planning.  Should I try Julia Child’s beef bourguignon recipe?  Seafood crepes?  I discovered that once a recipe listed more than 6 spices required I lost interest.  This gourmet cooking could be a challenge – but with a little work, I may work my way through this stack of cookbooks and actually be able to create some decent meals.  Stay tuned….

And as Julia would say – bon appetite!

One of my favorite children’s books is, “Love You Forever” by Robert Munsch.

It is a touching story of a baby boy and his mother, and her love for her son that never waivers, even when he is mischievous.  She always says to him, “I’ll love you forever; I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be”

I love the cover of this book – an impish young boy unraveling a roll of toilet paper.  Not having children myself, but a Mommy to two cats, I haven’t had that experience of unconditional love as often as parents of toddlers, but yesterday I did experience a little “love you forever”

It seems I forgot to close the bathroom door yesterday when I left for work.  Tawny, our curious kitty (also known as the instigator) had a field day with a fresh roll of toilet paper that I had just put in our downstairs bathroom. 

When I came home last night, the roll had been completely unwound and had magically made its way up the stairs, through the living room, and up and over the recliner chair in the den.  Tawny was innocently lying on the couch, quite pleased with herself.  Lizzy, our normally docile kitty, was quite adamant with her meows – insisting that, “it wasn’t me that did this mischief!”

After a good laugh, and taking several pictures, I cleaned up the trail of destruction, closed the bathroom door, and gave Tawny a kiss on the top of her head.  I know we will love her forever.