I'd like to start this blog off by showing you (any of you???) where I stash my addiction. My addiction started out small... on our kitchen counter. Then it got moved to a more spacious shelf. One shelf turned into two, and it then became clear that my addiction would need its own space... it deserved its own set of shelves.
As my husband and I were bookcase shopping, he asked me if I would make him a deal. He asked me to agree that by buying the "cookbook bookcase", I would keep all cookbooks on the shelves. Not by the shelves, or beyond the shelves, but every cookbook I owned would have to stay on the shelves. If they didn't fit and I wanted a new cookbook, I would have to get rid of one on the shelves to make room. Of course, at the time I agreed.