My illustrious friend Alex sent me this gorgeous book for Christmas. And I mean GORGEOUS. It's called Food for Friends: Simply Delicious Menus for Easy Entertaining by Fran Warde, with photos by the amazing Debi Treloar (whose books I just keep accumulating unwittingly; I buy books impulsively, then really look through them and sometimes I just love them, and then I look at the cover and sure enough it frequently says Debi Treloar. Man, that girl is good — she gets me, stumbling around in a beauty-daze, to part with cash all the time).
Well. This book is actually a cookbook. But I've been reading it up in bed every night — like, actually reading it. And because it's always up in the bedroom, it's not in the kitchen, so I haven't cooked out of it yet. But I plan to. Though not tonight, when our friends Kurt and Amy come for dinner, because this day got all bogged down in rush deadlines (so much for my slow-called life), and I'm just going to pull out the old stand-by: the Rozale Lasagna — romantic winter fare that works every single time. And perhaps, if I can get my act together, four diminutive (4") layer cakes, one for each of us to split, one for everyone to take home? Got these pans for my birthday, too (ours were just from Fred Meyer, but they're hard to find on-line). Now, gotta get cookin' so I can get to cookin'.
Thank you, Alex. I love the book, and that you thought to give it to me. Next time you come to visit, I'll make you guys the "Warming Winter Dinner" and the "Real Custard," cause that sounds just like hygge to me. Thank you, sweetie. Come soon — it's been too long.