Most of my treats these days seem to consist of things of the sewing variety, or chocolate. Let's not forget the chocolate. But yesterday we went to Tesco because there was time between the dentist appointment and the dance class. So the girls asked if they could look at the books on sale. While they browsed, I browsed.
I browsed the cook books. I love cook books. I have been collecting them for years. Proof -
If that is not enough, there are more stored in my brother's basement in Canada. Because we were never meant to be living in the UK this long. Therefore we have belongings still waiting for us to return. (Yes, my poor brother has had them all this time.)
Yesterday I added a new cook book to these shelves, because I needed it. I really did. And it was on sale, cheap.
I didn't intend to buy it. I was just flipping through various books while the girls entertained themselves and we generally wasted time. But I came across this page...
... and that was it. I had to have it. For those of you who live outside of North America you have probably never heard of General Tso's Chicken. Those of you who live in North America, and like Chinese food, may well be aware that it is one of the most popular dishes available on the menu there. I love it. It is tangy, spicy, gorgeously good. And I haven't had it in over eleven years. As soon as I have the ingredients bought I am having it again. I will let you know how it turns out.
That was more than enough incentive for me to buy the book, but a little page flipping further brought me to things like this...
... and this.
I do believe that I am going to have fun with this book.
Does anyone else get this much joy out of food? Fun out of the anticipation of it? Pleasure from the making, sharing, introducing to new flavours? Because it is one of the great joys in my life. I associate so many of my memories with food. I can remember things I have eaten in places all over the world, and having them again takes me right back to where I was when I first tried a particular dish.
General Tso's Chicken is the dish I ate after I met himself, when we first lived together and when I was pregnant with Helen. She incubated on chillies, and garlic, and ginger. Lucky kid! Wonder if that is part of the reason she loves her food so much now?