Let's back up a bit. I love to cook. I love food. I *LOVE* to cook. I *LOVE* food. In fact, I was thinking last night that I could be very happy just testing/creating recipes every day, all day long. Cooking is my love language. If I cook for you, it's because I love you and I want you
to love me in return.There. So, what book/blog/author has consumed my every thought? "The Pioneer Woman Cooks" by Ree Drummond. The link takes you to her website/blog. Not only do I want to cook every single thing she's posted and eat myself into oblivion, but it's extremely entertaining as well. I love to read her posts, her narratives on the recipes, and love to look at the pictures (extremely helpful, by the way). It's refreshing to read about someone who enjoys life and without pretense.
So where does the motion sickness fit in? Well, after my friend introduced me to the book, I immediately tried to figure out how to fit its purchase into my budget. I then introduced another friend to The Pioneer Woman. She had bought the cookbook and had a 50% off coupon to a local book store who had it on clearance. So today, after church, we swung by the bookstore and $5 later, I walked out the door with my prized purchase. No. I could not until we got home to remove the cellophane and start devouring the contents (that I had already devoured of my friend's copy). I had to start as soon as we pulled out of the parking lot.
I live in the very northwest corner of Washington State. Straight, flat roads are few and far between. I've always been very prone to motion sickness, but given the area where I've grown up, and being the daughter of an avid fisherman, I've learned to control it quite well, and I know what things to avoid - like reading books in cars, boats, or any moving vehicle. Warm car, winding roads, steep hills - all at the same time - within 10 minutes I was done in. I quietly closed the book and closed my eyes, breathing deeply, until we got home. After unloading the car, quietly, I followed my husband and daughters upstairs.. "What would you like for lunch, honey?".. I'm so spoiled. He makes us lunch every Sunday afternoon. I think he must have noticed the lovely shade of green on my face. "You couldn't wait?" look, along with the direction of his eyes at the book I was clutching.. he just sighed. He used to make fun of me when we first got together about my sigh. I think I've taught him the fine art.
