I'd like to consider myself fairly knowledgeable about food. What constitutes good food. What pairs well with other ingredients to bring out the exquisite natural flavors. Where to find the freshest, purest ingredients. How to prepare, season, and serve fine quality dishes. I'd like to call myself a foodie. Unfortunately, I can't. My knowledge of fine cuisine comes from watching Top Chef and the Food Network, which means my experience in the dining part of the kitchen is practically non-existent. I'm limited to pasta and things from a box. I don't normally even buy real food for my house most of the time. The majority of my grocery bills go to baking supplies. The rest is spent on hot dogs and frozen dinners. Combine that with the fact that I'm one of the world's pickiest eaters, and no one in their right mind could ever consider me a "foodie." (Heck I wouldn't even touch half of what those Top Chefs plate up to serve the judges.)That's why I stick to baking. I understand it, and most importantly, I can eat it! For the same reasons, I find myself reading more baking books than anything else. Once you take out all the things I won't eat from regular cookbooks, there's not much left. (Seriously. It'd take less time for me to tell you what I will eat than what I won't.) I can at least enjoy the majority of baking books. So when I picked up the Big Sur Bakery Cookbook, I thought I knew what I was getting myself into. I was wrong.





















