This is a bookshelf I pulled out of the trash in New Hampshire. It now holds my ever-growing cookbook collection. I LOVE cookbooks. I love to bake from them and I love to read them. Most days I pull one off the shelf to read while I have lunch. I have an ever-growing list of new cookbooks I covet on my wish list. I realize that there are a lot of recipes on line and I am an avid user of epicurious.com, but there is just something about reading a cookbook with gorgeous photos that just makes me happy.
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