love at first sight + women who cook
So I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday after church sort of by accident. I was going to the mall originally to get a new pair of black leggings but when I arrived, I discovered everything except Barnes and Noble was closed for another hour and a half. So I decided I might as well look at cookbooks.
While writing down titles to add to my Amazon wish list, I was a little distracted. My distraction was two-fold, truth be told — firstly, I was distracted by a cute guy in a green hat who was browsing through cookbooks and found myself wandering near him, attempting to pluck up the courage to say something. Instead, I found myself again distracted by this magazine, thanks to the familiar face of one Molly Wizenberg (author of Orangette, A Homemade Life and a personal heroine of mine — as you know from my post yesterday).
I immediately picked it up, saw the $14.99 price tag and scoffed. NO WAY was I going to pay $15 for a magazine. I figured I might as well flip through it while I was standing there, staring at Green Hat Guy, and I found myself unexpectedly transported.
WHERE HAS THIS MAGAZINE BEEN ALL MY LIFE. (Oh wait, it appears to be relatively new on the scene. And so completely fabulous, I about died.)
Meet Where Women Cook. I love, love, LOVE the layout, the artistry of the photography and graphics and how it focuses on the kitchens, recipes and stories of women who cook and are passionate about good food. I want to live in this magazine. Okay, I kind of want to (someday) BE in this magazine. Or maybe write for it. Or just love it forever and ever.
I found myself at the checkout after flipping through half of the magazine, simply because I couldn’t bear to not read each and every article, make notes of the recipes, get photo ideas and generally gush and swoon.
Forget random guys in green hats; THIS is true love.