The cookbooks keep coming: Beautiful, glossy, exotic cooking/travelogues; secrets and shortcuts from Food Network stars; impossibly perplexing recipes from über-chefs; quick and easy dinners for busy parents; and, of course, the many treatises on following the song of the season, shopping, cooking and eating local.
There are plenty of stories in the current crop of books: the chef who took a break from his day job at Chez Panisse and moved to Paris; recovering the lost recipes of New Orleans; a journey through Turkey that produced gorgeous photographs and, surprisingly, useful recipes.
More and more of us love to linger over these books - as evidenced by the explosion of cookbook publishing over the years - if only to dream of the elaborate feast, or to swear at the insanity of pressed quail, liver and pastirma terrine with spiced almond butter, or, the most rewarding of all, to actually be inspired to put pan to stove to create something new.