I love to cook. Also, I’m pretty good at it. And I love when people acknowledge when I’m good at it.
Which is why I took a picture of the mayonnaise I made from scratch.
Of course, I cannot replicate that amazing feat. What I end up with now is a white, oily, soupy mess. It’s part of my love-hate relationship with my blender, which bares the brunt of all my cooking frustrations.
The point is, I made mayonnaise from scratch.
I have an entire bookshelf comprised of cookbooks with bookmarks and notes peppered throughout. Anyone who sits down in my living room is met with this colorful collection of culinary accomplishments.
It’s my culinary shame. In all my perusals of various bookstores, I have neglected the classics.
I, Michelle, do not own The Joy of Cooking.
Or The Art of French Cooking.
Judge away, but please feel free to leave comments telling me how I’m still a good person.