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M.A.P.K.E. for Two

Dear Reader,

I disguise my tendencies toward retail therapy by buying practical things that will enhance my life.*

This week, after listening to the twitterpated stories of two good friends and seeing my cousin's engagement photo on Facebook, I decided the best thing I could do for myself was to accept the fact that I'm going to continue to be single for a long time.** And having accepted this as fact,  I knew I MUST IMMEDIATELY have an appropriate cookbook, one that wouldn't leave me eating the same leftovers every night for a week.

I walked with purpose to my favorite of the three local bookstores.***
I told them I was there for a cooking-for-one cookbook.

The proprietress thought they used to have one.
The proprietor thought they had sold it.
The proprietress thought she would just double check.  She remembered seeing something over here...

What she found was The Complete Cooking For Two Cookbook.

I considered:  I've liked some other America's Test Kitchen recipes.  Minimal leftovers aren't all bad.  But principally, my form of retail therapy requires immediate gratification.

So of course, I bought the cookbook.
(I NEED it for the M.A.P.K.E.)

And if you'd like to see it, stop on by. I'll be cooking for two.
~~LeAn





* Like my highland cow doorstop.  My English flat had a LOT of doors that needed stopping.
** Or, at minimum, 6 months. It's difficult to meet men when your address changes every 10 weeks.
*** It's the only one that serves coffee and gigantic homemade cookies and has a little patio outback for lingering and reading.  You didn't really think it would be about the books, did you?

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