I've been celebrating Betsuary in fine style. When I got back from Fat Camp, I was sensorily deprived. I didn't miss food, I missed flavor. When I got home, I cozied up with my Penzey's catalog.
I got a big box yesterday. I ordered a lot of oddball for me things like black cardamon. I put a pod in my mouth yesterday to satisfy my curiosity. Hmmm, smokey, wood chippy, barbeque rub---mmmm-I spat it out. There's something overtly medicinal about it, like a visit to the dentist's office. I should learn more about that spice.
I bought Penzey's new cookbook. I adore Penzey's, this cookbook, not so much. It seems to be a rehash of their magazine, which is enjoyable, but the format is identical to the magazine. In a magazine, you can easily feature "everyone named Bob, but stack 12 similarly arbitrary subjects in one book, and it's not clearly organized. The jury is still out, but right now, it feels like more of a coffee table cookbook.
Did you notice the little tiny blue slip of fanmail under the catalog? Squeee! It's still a mystery, but a very exciting one!!!