An exhausted (and possum-playing) kiddo. We made a whirlwind trip with Molly to Ft. Worth to pick up Lolly for the weekend. They were running late, which gave us time for some hunting--for bargains at my very most favorite store in the whole wide world: Half Price Books! Yippee! Even better, Molly and Anne let me go in by myself while they kept the car warm and the DVD player going. And there was plenty of game to be stalked.
This is going to be our next food project. I also found, after years of searching, The Pie and Pastry Bible. As I was readying to make off with the rest of my trophies, I just happened to glance down at the floor-level shelf which was full of Christmas/Holiday books that didn't strike me as appealing. Then the alliterative name in the title hit me:
How much do I love Tasha Tudor? A lot. Especially her illustrations. This was published in 1979--I was 8 and living in Minnesota. It doesn't feel like the spine's been cracked and it's in perfect condition. There it was, just crammed in with cast-off Christmas bazaar-crafts books. But now it's home. A most successful hunt.
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