Whole Wheat

I am a lover of cookbooks.
Which is something I didn't know until I got married.
Since then, however, I've realized that I spend several hours every Thursday going through cook books and cooking blogs planning our weekly meals. (Thursday's the day for that)
Yesterday I spent a good three hours looking through the Seed Saver's Exchange online seed catalog.
And calling multiple people to say things like "There are over four thousand tomato varieties! FOUR THOUSAND. Tomatoes for slicing, tomatoes for drying, for canning, for salads, black tomatoes, green tomatoes, striped tomatoes!"
I've also been reading an absurd amount of books about food that aren't cook books.

They're making me feel hungry and a little guilty and also make me want to have a little farm.
I've been eating super well, which is amazing since usually people are like "Becky, I think you have scurvy, do you know what fruit is?" and I say, "I'll be fine, gimme some of that Lemon-aid, it'll cure me."

But all these food books make me want MORE cookbooks.
And one that aren't Cookies. (Which, by the way, is AWESOME.)
Mostly I want a book called Good to the Grain, because I'm trying to cook with whole grains, but just adding whole wheat flour into recipes that call for white flour doesn't work if you don't understand flour as a substance and taste.
So far I've managed to steal three recipes from Good to the Grain without actually buying it.
Whole Wheat Chocolate Chip Cookies from Food in Jars
Oatmeal Pancakes from Smitten Kitchen
and Spelt Flour Pie Crust from when I snuck into the bookstore and copied it out of the book without paying for it.

Farmer's Market starts this weekend in Provo and I'm about peeing my pants in anticipation.
Also, I'm almost done with Animal Vegetable Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, so get ready to hear hyperbole's like "The best book I've ever read."
Which it might be.
And that's saying a LOT.

Hey. Eat some good food today. I doubt you'll regret it.


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p.s. this is a totally unrelated Tipping Bucket Video that Travis stayed up all freaking night making while I slept in my bed alone... *tears*
It must be pretty good then, right? Donate a dollar at Tippingbucket.org
ALSO, that's my voice at the beginning.