Two days into the purging and I’m still at it. If I can do a little each day, it will get done—whatever that means. Today I spent no more than ten minutes getting rid of cookbooks. There is more room on the shelf, and I am free from household obligations for the rest of the day.
I kept enough books to lift something different out of the oven and onto the table every day, even if I live to be my mother's age of one hundred one. But that’s not going to happen—the cooking part, anyway. The those Italian meals are still salivating in my mouth, so here at home I may stick to alternating between hamburgers and salmon. Tonight it’s hamburgers minus the wine.
I kept enough books to lift something different out of the oven and onto the table every day, even if I live to be my mother's age of one hundred one. But that’s not going to happen—the cooking part, anyway. The those Italian meals are still salivating in my mouth, so here at home I may stick to alternating between hamburgers and salmon. Tonight it’s hamburgers minus the wine.