It is a well known fact that I am slightly odd. It has been explained to me many, many times over the years. And I think I have convinced some of you of that as well. Mind you I don't go out of my way to be odd, well we can blame it on my mother.
One of my oddities (or so people say it is odd) is the shear amount of books I own. I have been lucky to find an online community that actually consists of people with more books then me, but then they send me even more books to the distress of my husband. I love it, and adore the friends I have made there.
One of my obsessions is cookbooks. I have all the "pop" books as well as church cook books from the 1940's to the 1990's (I need to hit up more estate sales for more recent ones), I have very old hand written recipes, family recipes and from friends. Some date back to the early 1600's. My dinning room looks like a library exploded in it. Not only do I have books up on shelves, but strung out everywhere. I have 10 recipes for each single dish, and every single one of them have hand written variations in them. Same dish, different ingredients, different "fixes" written in them. This little quirk I blame on my father. There is a story my mother tells, even though she doesn't tell it in fondness, I think it is hilarious.
My father threw a pan of lasagna across the room, hitting a wall because there was something off about it.
I can so relate to it. If I mess up, I want to feed it to the dogs, but I try to save it, and grudgingly serve it to my family. Waste not want not.
I can only follow someone else's recipe once, before changing it. Now some would say this isn't a problem, but I have been asked to review cookbooks. ~insert evil laugh here~ Are you serious? You want me to tell other people how messed up someone else's recipes are? Oh I don't like to be cruel. Chefs and cooks have spent precious time working on their babies, and the recipes are probably great for most people. I on the other hand demand perfection when it comes to cooking anything. It is one of two things in my life that I strive and obsess about perfection.
I am going to end up with a lot of people ticked off at me, that is unless I can find a way to not tear apart, nit pick, a recipe to death. I have to get over this particular obsession. ~sigh~