My crazy story of living in Paris, getting homesick for Texas, and then cooking up recipes inspired by both places for my book, Cowgirl Chef: Texas Cooking with a French Accent,caught the attention of the national restaurant chain Mimi’s Cafe.
Last week, my friend Cat brought me some herbs from Normandy, and I thought, “Excellent! I can put these right outside of my kitchen window in a sweet little window box and that’ll be so handy!” Then I realized the dryer won’t let my large vertical window open more than a few inches, so I decided to put my herbs in my living room, which turned out to be a great idea.
I am a mad, crazy do-it-again and again recipe tester. As anyone should be who decides to write a cookbook. As much as I love surprises, I don’t want a surprise when I follow a recipe, line-by-line and letter by letter, and it turns out differently than it should.
The “E” key on my computer keyboard is nearly worn off. My pots and pans are no longer sitting in the sink, soaking for hours, before I give them a good scrub. I have, for the moment at least, clocked out of the kitchen.