Friday, June 26, 2009

If it ain't broke...

They say you take something from every relationship (who are they and when exactly did they say this? Hmm, I don't know, but I've heard it said okay.) and from my main high school squeeze I took away A LOT of life lessons AND one of my favorite cookbooks of all time.

Just look at it. Doesn't it look well loved? It was a gift from my high school beau's mother, a ward cookbook (I can't tell you which ward because the cover has been loved right off and I can't remember, that was a hundred years ago you know) and let me tell you those Mormons can cook. They can cook well and on the cheap, which makes it all the better.
This was my very first cookbook. The one that I first used to cook for my dad (he praised me exceedingly, boosting my confidence to become the cook I am today), the one that I experimented with in college and while living in an apartment with friends, and the one that I still use today. Especially for some of my favorites like beef stew and the ultimate CINNAMON ROLLS. My family loves my cinnamon rolls and I owe it all to this fabulous book (with a little modification. We love sticky bottoms so I had to add some sticky. Yum.)
Knowing how much we love our tried and true cinnamon rolls, I don't know what possessed me to try a new recipe the other night (actually I do know. It was the beautiful pictures and scrumptious description that beguiled me).

They look pretty good don't they? Well they're not. Not good at all. Very disappointing indeed. Their only redeeming quality was that Rick and I were able to stop after eating just one. Can you imagine only eating ONE cinnamon roll (well, I'm sure my mom can, but she is rare in her ability to withstand high caloric temptations) I didn't even eat one the next day for breakfast or lunch or mid-morning snack, if that doesn't tell you they were sub par I don't know what will.
So I guess the lesson in this is to NEVER TRY NEW THINGS (okay so maybe that's a little extreme). Stick to what you know, unless you're talking about boyfriends. You should try lots of them until you get to the very right, very best one. And just think of all of the consolation prizes you'll end up with if you do. Heck, if you're very lucky, you might even get a super awesome cookbook like I did.
And now if you will excuse me, I have an overwhelming desire to go make some GOOD cinnamon rolls.
What are your favorite treasures from relationships past?


Housewife Savant said...

Freedom was the best thing I ever got from an ex-boyfriend.
Even though sometimes it was in the form of a heave-ho.
Oh, and I developed better taste in men.

I absolutely love cookbooks like yours where all the ladies share their very best goodies.
What say you to sharing the recipe for cinnamon rolls? Hmm?

Lori said...

I agree. Post up that recipe for the wonderful cinnamon rolls with the "sticky" on the bottom. You cook, girl!!

Cedar said...

Treasures?? NOTHING, they were all just another tally in the secret diary.:) You gotta kiss a lot of toads before you find your handsome prince right?? I truly feel we were just meant to be friends:)

Post the receipe please???

Anonymous said...

When it comes to cinnamon rolls or any sweet rolls...that's when I cave in. I would probably have eaten ALL of even the less par ones. I've done it before. By the way, glad you kept the cook book and left the boyfriend. You have the best of both now.

Marcie said...

Ooooo intriguing...

First, because I love cookbooks. And cinnamon rolls.

But mostly because I've always had that same philosphy about old boyfriends-

Most of my lessons were learned retroactively because "in the moment" I was just a ball of teenage drama and hormones. But there are two particular times that I really appreciate those boys for being good friends, and treating me with kindness and respect. It helped know that this was the type of relationship that I wanted and deserved.

Jessica said...

I think the same think when eat out. "Maybe I should order something other than the usual..." But if I'm paying for it, I might as well get something I KNOW is going to be good and I KNOW I'm going to like! like Penne Rustica....