I was talking to my family last week about my cooking (my brother and his girlfriend were up from Florida and as a result my mother invited her parents along with me and my husband over for dinner). It came up over the course of the evening's chatter, about how I had been cooking pretty much since I could read well enough to follow recipes. Hell, I got my first cookbook for my fifth birthday - before I started kindergarten.
I still have that cookbook, twenty-three years later. It's well used - the cardstock pages have warped and discolored due to years of spills - and I realized that I still default to it for lots of recipes. If I'm making brownies from scratch, I'm using this cookbook. Mashed potatoes? Muffins? Homemade "fried" chicken? A quick refresher on the finer points of cooking eggs? A strawberry butter to put on French toast?
I've managed to collect a number of cookbooks since - my husband and I have a great affinity for the basics along with a few niche ones.
But it doesn't matter how old I get, the "kid's" cookbook that I got for my fifth birthday is still the one I go to for the basics. I've really been using it when it comes to steaming vegetables.
Sometimes wonder if I should have gone into culinary school rather than getting a B.A. in history...