Awhile back I bought this book. At the time, it just seemed like the right thing to do. I was at The Strand, which in my opinion, does not have 18 miles of books. It seems to me they might have 1 mile of books, and what makes up the other 17 miles are repeats and remainders. But 1 mile of books is still a hefty sum. So Brian and I went to the bookstore and split up accordingly– he goes to philosophy and music, and I go to cooking and fiction. So I’m browsing, and I pick up The Big Book of Casseroles.
I thought to myself, as I thumbed through the recipes, I’m American, I should know a thing or two about casseroles. I have a Pyrex pan, an oven. I like rice; I’ve been known to eat elbow macaroni. [...]
