4 Stars
As a cookbook hoarder enthusiast I will be the first to admit there are some cookbooks I want because I want to make all of the things (see anything Paula Deen) and there are some I want just because I want them. The Grand Central Market is one of the latter. I got grabby hands for this because I’m fascinated with “markets” in general – and just look at this one . . . .
I immediately take back what I said about never cooking from this because I will totally make the chop suey recipe. I will also maybe make this on April Fool’s Day for all the meat-a-sauruses in my house . . . . .
But back to the market. My grandparents owned a market in my teensie little podunk town when I was growing up. When I moved a couple of states over (still in flyover country) I was delighted to discover the market here was one of the fave things of peeps to do on the weekends . . . .
It’s really grown up in the 20 years since we’ve lived here too. No longer simple open-air fruit and veggie stands, but the River Market now is jam packed with vendors from all over the state trading various wares as well as a bunch of restaurants. We even have a streetcar (WE IS PROGRESSIVE!) that will take you to my real favorite destination . . . .
I loved looking at all of the pictures and reading the history of the Grand Central Market. It doesn’t matter if I don’t end up making many of the recipes. Because really by the end of the day I pretty much feel like this . . . . .
I will simply add this to Mount Cookbook for my couple-times-a-month Facebook photo ops to show that I’m not always a slug . . . .
Until the stack falls over and my husband finally is convinced that YES WE DO NEED A MOTHER EFFING BOOKSHELF IN THE KITCHEN! (Just kidding, honey, love you.)
Copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
I immediately take back what I said about never cooking from this because I will totally make the chop suey recipe. I will also maybe make this on April Fool’s Day for all the meat-a-sauruses in my house . . . . .
But back to the market. My grandparents owned a market in my teensie little podunk town when I was growing up. When I moved a couple of states over (still in flyover country) I was delighted to discover the market here was one of the fave things of peeps to do on the weekends . . . .
It’s really grown up in the 20 years since we’ve lived here too. No longer simple open-air fruit and veggie stands, but the River Market now is jam packed with vendors from all over the state trading various wares as well as a bunch of restaurants. We even have a streetcar (WE IS PROGRESSIVE!) that will take you to my real favorite destination . . . .
I loved looking at all of the pictures and reading the history of the Grand Central Market. It doesn’t matter if I don’t end up making many of the recipes. Because really by the end of the day I pretty much feel like this . . . . .
I will simply add this to Mount Cookbook for my couple-times-a-month Facebook photo ops to show that I’m not always a slug . . . .
Until the stack falls over and my husband finally is convinced that YES WE DO NEED A MOTHER EFFING BOOKSHELF IN THE KITCHEN! (Just kidding, honey, love you.)
Copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
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