You’ll have to humour me as I talk about my book again.
I miss my blog so much. Had I thought better I might have written a handful of posts in advance for months like last month. Truth be told, I’m giving this cookbook everything I’ve got creatively. So often for me creativity births more creativity but at the end of the day when I could/should squeeze in a new blog post, I’m just creatively…SHOT.
There are parts of me that think there is no way in Hades I can stage one more recipe. No way I can arrange another toast point or piece of meat. My chapter called “The Home Dairy”???… well, it’s killing me. So much white. So much white. But I suppose that’s the nature of dairy… nes pas?
This cookbook is the BIGGEST things I’ve ever done, it’s the longest project I’ve every tackled. I’m a “knock it out of the park” kind of girl and I’ve been working on this thing for over a year… I can’t even believe it’s held my attention span that long.
But it has.
Because I want you to love it.
I just want you to love it.
I feel like I am putting this huge part of my creative soul on the line and standing there like an eager child ready to say, “Well, what do you think?”
I’m terrified. Because I’m giving it everything I have.
I want you to sit down with it under a blanket on the couch this winter, to sigh at pretty pictures of farm life and feel transported by some of my favourite meals I’ve had in France and come home to recreate. I want it to feel more like a coffee table book… like your favourite picture book and cook book rolled into one.
I’m way to big for my britches.
Who am I to write a cookbook? I don’t really know what the “H” I am doing. Good lord, I have to edit this thing… and INDEX it! I don’t know the first thing about indexing…. or margins… or bleed lines… I’m just trying to create beauty on every stinking page.
And who suffers? Parisienne Farmgirl. My poor, little-neglected blog.
I hope and pray you’ll hang in there with me. I promise… it’s going to be worth it.
At least I hope you think so.