It’s almost 2012 so this post is a little late, but the boyfriend and I just returned from a very cold and brief vacation to Toronto, so as you can imagine, we’ve had little time for shenanigans like blog writing. Plus, our swanky hotel didn’t offer free WiFi + being out of the country meant accessing the Internet outside Starbucks cost a bazillion dollars. So, no Internet. Which is probably a good thing.
Anyway, as always, I received some good books for Christmas. I didn’t ask for anything specific this year, meaning people got creative in their book-buying and I think the end result is an eclectic mix of books I really enjoy (those people in my life sure do know me).
Because of the aforementioned trip, there was no fancy picture-taking of the actual books. So you’re just going to have to deal with what I found on Google:
I always want new cookbooks, and this one from my parents is a home-run hit. I love to cook, especially simple dishes that taste super-yummy. Most of these dishes are pretty common and they don’t skimp on things like calories or butter, but it’s good to have a solid, basic recipe on hand. Plus, the pictures are pretty and the author likes to pontificate on dishes like biscuits and potato salad.
Stocking-stuffer! My parents found this at Anthropologie, proving that everything is awesome and trendy at Anthropologie (even if pants cost $200). I’ve already read this out loud a dozen times, which both helps me bone up on tenses (Je ne les voudrais manger pas dans une maison; Je ne les voudrais manger pas avec un raton) and sound super smart at the same time.
I received this from my environmental-science-studying brother, who met this author at some point during his hippie studies at BG (jk…David’s too preppy to be a hippy). I’ve been wanting to read more nonfiction, so I’m pretty psyched to read it.
The last book I got was a book of recipes from my friends Kim and Dave, an excellent gift idea I wish I had thought of myself. Since you can’t find that kind of creativity on Amazon, I’ll just let you imagine it.
Then, there’s the very literary, but not a book, best gift ever: all eight Harry Potter movies! WOOO! Time for a movie marathon!