January 10, 2013
I found myself in an oddly buoyant mood this afternoon after vacuuming the floors/rugs and sofa in anticipation of cozying up to the pristine pages of Veganomicon, a cookbook I bought a year-plus ago but have never opened for longer than one minute let alone used. As I scanned the recipes, noting unfamiliar words such as "teaspoon", "sauté" and "cast iron pan", I tried to keep my spirits high even as I felt a dash more deflated upon discounting each successive recipe. Even one-pot enterprises seemed like too much effort for the girl who literally burns boiling water. SeamlessWeb, anyone?