giveaway! I know! Valentines weekend seemed like the right time to do this, because nothing says love quite like gooey, indulgent baked goods. You can keep your temporarily wildly overpriced roses – using brownies as a weapon, the quickest way to anybody’s heart is through the stomach. But cookbooks make a pretty good aid, too.
It’s a common affliction, for people who love books: there comes a point when your flat is more pages than bricks and mortar. The piles – loved, to-read, to-donate – become the bones of your home, in the same way that the stories and recipes themselves become part of the structure of you.
But in a home, you sometimes have to knock a wall down to create a little light, right? My desk drawers at work have books in them, ones that I’ve finished but haven’t yet re-homed. One of my flatmates trained as a chef, so we have a packed bookcase in the living room, and there’s another in the corner of my room. The space above my clothes in the wardrobe is populated by hardbacks. I like to imagine that they hang out when I’m away, much like you assumed your dolls did while you were at school, only less creepy. Maybe the magicians speak to the astronauts and the secret societies. Hopefully the octopuses preside over it all, arms waving like so many conductors.
I digress. It’s time to knock down a wall. And you get to reap the benefits! Continue reading