Yesterday I wrote about how I bake to survive. But, I’m not the only one who bakes in this house. On the contrary! Not long ago I did the best thing EVER! I gave Mr Husband not only one, but two cooking books. Or rather cake/desert books. Both of them are by French superstar chef Michel Roux who loves his deserts.
Mr Husband is now on a quest to see if he can copy the star of all things sweet and he is doing very well. Unfortunately I haven’t got pictures of most of the things he has made, but trust me, it has been fantastic. First up it was the how-to-make-the-perfect-pastry-phase so we had lemon tarts, berry tarts and apple tarts. I only have one picture of the apple tarts but it was taken before they were glazed with berry jelly, so they look a bit boring. The other picture though is from the last experiment: kiwi and passion fruit soufflé. Dear oh dear oh dear that was good.
All I can say is that if you have a competitive chef in your house, I recommend you give him/her these books. They are worth their weight in gold!
I have decided to add a list of the books I have read this year – and continue to update it as I go along. Reading is my escape, my indulgence and it is very, very rare that I do not finish a book – it has to be really monster crap. In my day-job I often read heavy, complicated, academic nonsense, so my pleasure reading is not always of a literary high quality – though sometimes it is!
I have a tendency to plow through books; once I start, I don’t mind to stay put for 6 hours straight. Nicola works most nights and I try to stay awake to greet him when he comes home, which gives me many available evenings, where I can cook something healthy and snuggle into the corner of the sofa. Like yesterday! (and as you can see, the next rating is going to be James Patterson: Along Came A Spider):
For now, I think I will include only books that I read for leisure, but who knows – I might just find that one book on innovative justice that kept me up all night, thrilled with delight.
I’ve decided to rate the books as I go along; feel free to disagree with my judgement.
PS I do not feel a need to defend that I drink green soda at the age of 39 – wasn’t this what we all dreamed to do when we were 10 and just knew how we were going to live?