My friend pointed out this Paul Prudhomme book at an estate sale this week. She said she already had it, so I picked it up to look through it.
When I opened it up and saw that it was inscribed to Betty, I took that as a sign that it needed to be with my stove, Betty (okay, I saw it as something I could rationalize... po-tay-to, po-tah-to.)
Betty, this book is for you! I'll just hold onto it so you don't catch it on fire.
|My girl Betty