Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Cookbook
As I've often said, I'm a frequent eater—but I'm a frequent cook, too! In fact, I spend more time in the kitchen than I do in the dining room. I remember, when I was only four, begging my mother to let me help her make dinner. She was a gifted cook who never let a recipe get in the way of being creative; not surprisingly, working in the kitchen (and enjoying it!) is part of my family heritage.
I think it's fair to say that, thanks to my mother, I became profi cient at cooking over the years. Good thing, too—in high school, the cooking part of Home Economics was all that got me a passing grade. I'm a terrible seamstress, so my ability to cook saved me from a certain F. (Who knew there were so many incorrect ways to sew in a zipper?) In the days before the many cookbooks now available—cookbooks for every conceivable type of cuisine and diet and specialty—recipes were often preserved on index cards. My mom had several small green boxes stuffed with them. And after her death I found a notebook in which my grandmother had written down recipes and cooking hints she felt her daughter (my mom) should have when she left home. I sav ... read full excerpt from: Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Cookbook ebook
