Today was supposed to be the final day of the 107 Cookbooks effort. By the end of the day I had intended to cook at least one thing from each of the 107 cookbooks in my collection. I didn’t do it. With my writeup of Saturday’s whiskey experiment, I have reached 82 — still a respectable average of more than 6 cookbooks each month, and a higher recipe count since I made full meals from a number of books, but not 107.
I want to complete the list, though. So I’m extending my deadline to Labor Day. That’s still a bit of a stretch, 25 cookbooks in about 67 days, but it’s not impossible.
Once I’ve made it through the 107, I’ll continue with the blog, setting a goal of preparing at least one new recipe per week from any source — the 107 books, the few other cookbooks I have on hand that didn’t make it into the count for a variety of reasons, the year’s backlog of cooking magazines I’ve built up. But until then, I’m going to keep plugging away at the list.
Cheers.
I’m going to get your address from Shelby and start mailing you recipes! Bwa ha ha ha!