I walked into work today and my bosses gave me a birthday gift from one of my favorite places in Los Angeles, The Cook's Library. It is a bookstore of cookbooks and books about food. Next door is a store for travellers. I try to avoid that part of Third Street.
The cover of ALONE IN THE KITCHEN WITH AN EGGPLANT: Confessions of Cooking for One and Dining Alone, is beautiful. They were nervous about getting it for me and worried I would be offended for some reason. I am excited to read it. I do live alone and that is okay. I do know next year however, I am not going to bed at 8:45 p.m. on my birthday like I did this year. Hello, that is just pathetic.
Recently I was looking at ADVENTURES OF AN ITALIAN FOOD LOVER so I am very happy to get this book as well. It's a travelogue/cookbook.
Now I have something to read on the plane ride to Canada this weekend.