My Absolutely Insane Collection of Cookbooks

It was harmless at first. A cookbook made as a fundraiser at school, mostly from the collections of our parents compiled into a cheap little spiral bound cookbook, all to help fund our Senior Class Trip to LA (where we had an awesome cookout on the beach). Then a similarly compiled cookbook on my ship back in the Navy. Then I figured I wasn't going to inherit my Mom's original Betty Crocker cookbook I grew up cooking from, so I bought my own at a thrift store, a slightly newer version (her's is a mid-sixties edition, mine is the 1991). And that's probably about the point I lost control and the cookbooks consumed me.

It's ok, I can quit whenever I want. I just don't want to.

I'm still bound and determined to get the family cookbook that's a few generations old.

For your consideration, entertainment, and otherwise education on cookbooks you might not have considered, I present my collection:

I don't have a problem. I have twenty-nine cookbooks.

**UPDATE**

I had expected my next cookbook to be the official D&D cookbook (Hero's Feast) towards the end of October.

Life happened, though, and my Grandpa passed away, so I inherited a copy of the family cookbook, including a few of his personal recipes.