When I have guests over for dinner, some of them have read my website and also know I write for The Kitchn, and this naturally leads to the assumption that I am a fairly good cook. The conversation leads to cookbooks, of course, and as I have many of them open or stacked about in my kitchen, people are always nosing around in them and asking me for recommendations.
I am always happy to recommend good cookbooks, but I need to come clean — I have a secret stash of cookbooks I sometimes feel secretly embarrassed to still use. They might not have pride of place next to brand-new books, but they taught me to cook, I love them to bits, and I will never ever get rid of them. Sound familiar to you? Time to fess up.