I could have called this 'Confessions of a cookbook addict'. Or 'Kathryn discovers yet another cookbook'. I am a fickle cookbook owner; one catches my eye and imprints itself on my brain until I give in and buy it, and then spend a couple of days (woefully not long enough to justify the original expense) lusting after it, and then another catches my eye, and the cycle continues. In my defence, I'm not a food-porn type who buys books and salivates over images and doesn't cook anything. I do cook from all my books, some more than others.
Anyway last week I bought Jamie's new book. And that was it. Coup de foudre. Again. Not with Jamie, you understand, but with the book. I won't read it at night the way I do Nigella's How to Eat or Nigel's Kitchen Diaries - their writing is as comfortingly seductive as a bowl of steaming soup on an gloomy November evening, or as dazzlingly desirable as a mojito as the light fades on a warmish July evening. Jamie is different. Jamie is fun, silly at times, and often irreverent. His recipes are inevitably simple but gutsy. And the new book is no exception.
So - in the full knowledge that I am very likely to find another must-have cookbook within the next few days/weeks/months (well one can hope) - I have decided to cook my way through with Jamie.
Watch this space...