Books

My Aunt used to say, “We won’t eat this week, but we’ll buy four books,” and so this is for the love of all the books. The ones stacked by the bed, the cookbooks with splatters of sauce from being propped open while you stir a pot, and the travel books that take you somewhere new without ever leaving the kitchen table.

These are the books I come back to — the well-loved cookbooks that feel like old friends, the guides that have planned holidays and daydreams, and the stories that make you want to hop on a plane… or just try a new recipe on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The kind you leaf through slowly, cup of tea in hand, while the house is still.

For the readers, the cooks, the wanderers, and the “just one more book” collectors.