So Jenn Webb says to me yesterday, she says "You need to write a cookbook." I replied, "Blech." And then I repeated it. Does she not even realize that I haven't blogged in like a bunch of months? Writing a cookbook would force me to find the post-it notes, napkins and grocery store receipts that I scribbled recipes on. I would have to actually organize my piles. And my thoughts. I would have to pretend I know what I'm doing. My cover would be blown. My clients would read the methods for my madness and question why in the world they come to me for nourishment. Don't get me started on the fact that everyone ends up writing a cookbook....washed-up models, singer/song writers, race car drivers, chefs....I mean, do I really need to contribute dishes that have been made and published a hundred times over? I suppose it would be nice to have all of my tried and true recipes in one mostly organized spot. But where is the fun in that? I wouldn't get to spend hours looking for coffee stained 3x5 card with my Bearnaise Sauce recipe on it. Thrill of the hunt, right? So don't hold your breath waiting for my cookbook. I'm working on becoming a washed-up model first.
~J
