I am do not like the title "chef". Call me a cook, taste maker, sultan of sauce, master of mixes or guru of the grill, but not chef. A chef is what I am striving to be. You see, I am self taught in the kitchen. I awarded myself my first toque. Every time I step into the kitchen, I am looking to learn something new which is probably why I have such a vast cookbook collection. So when I heard about the Bi-Annual Cookbook sale at the James Beard Foundation, I canceled my morning in preps for the rummage.
Embarrassingly enough, the only thing I knew about The James Beard Foundation before becoming a member was that it was a big deal to win an award from them. HA! This institution is a foodies' dream! There are classes, private dinners, lectures series, and a New York-block long list of monthly events with a staff of some of the keenest culinary minds.
The book diving began early Saturday morning. I hopped #2 express train to downtown - the only way to travel. Patting myself on the back, I walked past the long line outside to get in and flashed my membership card to get in - members do not wait - and I had a one-half hour head start.
Their Bi-Annual Cookbook sale is a lip-smacking delight of recipes in some of the world's best cookbook. Interested in classics? There's a book for that!
Want something uuuhh...different? There's a book for that!
Looking to get a bargain on recent best sellers? There's a book for that!
The elbow-to-elbow room had spiraling stacks of early prints and recent volumes. Priced from $1 to $20, these post-recession friendly prices got the best of me.
There was even a collection of "FREE" vintage food magazines.
The end result?
Earth to Table
The conscious cook
Taste buds and molecules
The new book of soups
Kitcho - Japan's Ultimate Dining Experience
Summer in a Jar