I have collected for myself a small stack of gorgeous, colorful (well, not the Ahern book, but I imagine all the recipes in color) books to get me though the next few months of grey days. Is it my imagination, or are books just getting prettier? The three bottom books in this stack are stunning. Gorgeous photography, beautiful design, and great content, too. These are books to be savored slowly on rainy days, curled up on the couch under a warm blanket, journal and a cup of tea at hand, the scent of something wonderful simmering away in the kitchen for dinner.
It amuses me that I'm becoming someone who reads cookbooks for fun. But only if they are really pretty, too.