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July 17, 2005

book quest

Filed under: books, food, life — suzanne henderson @ 9:41 pm

Finally went grocery shopping today. I get cranky when it doesn’t happen for a couple weeks, though it is as much my responsibility as anyone else’s. So, there is food in the house. I made banana muffins this afternoon, didn’t use any ingredients that came home from the store, and they turned out… edible. Chris likes them and agreed that they taste healthy, which I guess is the point, I think that they are awful, but I don’t really like banana bread to begin with. They didn’t look terribly inviting right out of the oven, just your average healthnut muffin.

In looking up websites today, i found a book that sounded pretty neat, [The Artful Eater]. The library didn’t carry it and I got all cranky about it because they didn’t carry that nor any of the other books that I was also looking for this afternoon.

We ended up going out to eat at a little place in… some no-name neighborhood in Columbia (because I wanted fettucini alfredo, and we were hoping to find somewhere besides [pasta plus] that serves a good bowl of pasta) and then went to the book store to pick up some books.

We first went to [Daedalus Books] in [Columbia, MD] to check out their selection. While their selection is limited, the discount prices are worth checking out. Chris walked out with several new books for under $40. And at least one of the books would have listed for that much at our next stop: [Borders]. At Borders, I found the book that I wanted and nothing more. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by spaces right now, so the rows and rows of books were a bit too much. I was happy to get my book and just wander around without intent until we were ready to leave.

But, it turns out, that I don’t think I care too much for the book I have. I’ve read a few of the essays from it and I’m not all that impressed with what I’ve see. I guess I have just watched too many [Good Eats] episodes and read too many things by [Alton Brown] and that this author isn’t able to hold my interest as he, rather dryly, doles out the historical and gourmetical qualities of basic ingredients of food. I’ve already had my modern-Americanize-flash-media attention-deficient-disorder catered dose of similar information severed to me in a far more tasteful platter and I don’t have a snooty snout that needs to pretend that I need fine dining airs to make my basic ingredient knowledge feel more complete. Not to say that it isn’t a really neat book, I’m just cranky and frustrated that I’ve gone to so much trouble to get a book that appears to be a dissapointment. If it had be any other day, I’m sure I’d be appropriately amused by the author’s essays and have said it is a quaint additions to a cook’s bookshelf for the curious visitor to stumble upon.