Cookbook writing, fun
So I told y’all already that I’ve been asked by a very reputable organization to write a cookbook for them. What a great honor!
Still not ready to divulge the name of the organization that I’m writing for quite yet, but it’s local and BIG.
Anyhoo, I am knee deep in cookbooks, articles, and emails going back and forth between the department whom I’m writing for. We’re still determining which recipes will be in the cookbook. This is a special population I’m writing for so we really want to tailor the recipes to meet their needs. For now, I’m writing the introduction, how to cook basics, citing sources, etc. Also trying to create the look and feel of the book. Once we determine the recipes, I’ll move onto recipe development and testing. Seriously, is this my life? I love it!
Shop, Cook, Eat: Outside The Box © coming Fall 2012. All the yummy details forthcoming…
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures...
Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!