For the love of cookbooks

I love cookbooks, I love to read them. When I was small in size*** AND years, there were always cookbooks by my bedside for reading.
I would read them and think, no way am I eating that, buuut it does look good.
Hmmmmm, soooooo, what if  I took out this ingredient and switched it with an ingredient I like and also switch that ingredient and that ingredient.... and so on and so forth.
I was a super fussy eater, a right good name for a band that, "the super fussy eaters", anywho, I digress. Apologies all round.
I was a meat and 2 veg kinda gal, and more often than not, I didn't care for the meat part either.
Gimme a plate o' chips and sausages with beans for dinner any day and I was yours.

I feel like I graduated with an honor's degree from The School of Good Eater's.
Majored in trying new things, minored in enjoying the shite out of it, and getting a fatter arse.
My degree in Good Eating  has unveiled a whole new world, that without, well, things would just be plain old dull.
That's the REAL reason I am here, to share the world of wonder out there, gastronomy according to me. Can you say subjective?
There are two choices in my kitchen and my blog:
TAKE IT or LEAVE IT.... actually I am misrepresenting myself, in my kitchen, if you don't like it, tell me in advance and I'll work with your physical or psychological food allergies. Don't get me started on psychological food allergies unless you have time, and plenty of it.

I promise, I will get to the good stuff, the recipe sharing, the photos of dishes made, dishes ate, dishes yet to eat and cannot wait to eat.

***I don't think I was ever small in size, Call Sherlock Holmes, I think we have a case of  the rose tinted glasses :o(