I am hooked by a mere glance at the cover. Questions and exclamations tear through my mind with ferocious speed, often unchecked by reason or logic. What is the $5 secret ingredient?!? - If we don't have it I will find it - Meatballs?!? I LOVE MEATBALLS! - What? No, I don't - A vegetarian feast? - Behold recipes for my friends! - What is goulash? - I NEED TO MAKE AN ALL-AMERICAN PIE IMMEDIATELY!Every month.
I salivate as I turn the glossy pages with Steve, who enjoys browsing BA nearly as much as I do. It has been the source of a few decidedly epic recipes. This pizza dough, for example, and how did I live before I had tasted scalloped potatoes and fennel?
My very stylish aunt, who is an incredible chef, almost unknowingly bestowed this obsession when she gave me a cookbook along with with a year's subscription to the magazine. Steve and I weren't trained chefs but, under the watchful eye of BA, we elevated our cooking to a new level of deliciousness. We tried out more adventurous dishes. We became fearless as we learned to view recipes as inspiration rather than verbatim. And though we were buying higher quality ingredients, we were saving money by not chronically dining out.
So Bon Appétit has been, I daresay, life changing. From its pages I took on a completely new culinary attitude. I have control over every element that goes into a dish. Incredible food can come from my kitchen. Culinary magic ensues.
Well, looky there. You have a blog! About food! I will read!
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