In any case, she wrote a cookbook. A cookbook that I looked at with adoration. You see, my grandma has this addiction to cookbooks. She owns an entire four shelf book case full. I'm pretty sure she has a recipe for every food ever invented. Even aspic. *yech* I inherited said disease. I love cookbooks, but my criteria are a little different from hers. My cookbooks should include recipes that I intend to cook (at least one) and should have lots and lots of mouth-watering, yummy looking pictures. I need pictures. That's how I decide what to cook.
Pioneer Woman's cookbook has recipes that I intend to cook, a couple that I already have and LOTS of pictures. Of the mouth-watering variety. My mommy bought it for me for Christmas.
Then, Pioneer Woman wrote a book about how she and her husband (Marlboro Man) met and fell in love and my mom (who will tell you she reads historical fiction but really reads historical romance) went head over heels and HAD to have it. Then PW went on a book tour.
And came to Cincy. Have I ever mentioned how much I love Cincinnati? I really do. It's only about an hour away from me and there is something wonderful about that city. I love the architecture and the skyline and the feeling that everything has just been built sort of haphazardly, wherever there's room. Also, the bridges. If you like bridges, Cincy is heaven on Earth. And I love bridges.
|See all those phones, that's|
everyone taking a picture
all at the same time.
Trips me out every time.
|This is the spot we staked|
out in SciFi.
|Pioneer Woman speaking...|
in the pitch dark, apparently.
|That's me, Ree and my mom. See how tiny she is.|
Don't let all her jokes about Spanks fool you.