I have a serious problem: I cannot stop buying cookbooks. I currently have about 50, and they reside on a jam-packed shelf in my kitchen. I have a general book-aquisition addiction (they are starting to pile up everywhere), but something about a new cookbook is often too enticing to resist. Pages and pages of glossy photos, delicious descriptions, and the irresistible possibility of my next new favourite meal beckon me each time I pick up a new one. I really do not see how I am supposed to resist.
My Better Half bemoans the fact that I continually purchase new cookbooks having not tried many of the recipes in the books I already have. Such shortsightedness! In my mind, the more recipes I have access to, the more new recipes I will want to try. In the end, he will greatly benefit from my addiction – right?
To add to this, I also have a serious Pinterest problem, I haunt a number of beautiful food blogs, and I subscribe to food magazines. And if you’re wondering, my Day Job has absolutely nothing to do with food, except that I often bring in goodies to share with my officemates whenever my cookie jar at home is overflowing.
If you think about it, I indulge in food writing for the greater good of my family, friends and colleagues. It must be this completely unselfish motive that compels me to continually consume food literature and new recipes! If such is the case, I see no reason to stop.
I conclude that the problem I have is not, in fact, too many cookbooks, but too few bookshelves.