Well, my world-famous, prize-winning cookbook is now in it’s final edition - I'm putting it on the web. It is world-famous because I talked to someone about it once while I was on vacation in Europe. It is prize-winning because I actually won tenth place in the Colorado Springs’ Gazette Telegraph’s 1991 Christmas cooking contest with my recipe for Weinachtbrot. I realize that it comes as a shock to all of you that fame is gained so easily.
I hope you like it.
Love to all,
Mamma Mormoni
One of the hardest things to do in making this cookbook was to quantify my recipes. To make something, I just take down the ingredients, put in the right amount, and cook it up. I almost never measure, and I substitute constantly. I guess I take cooking as an art, not a science. My results are sometimes erratic, but usually good. My biggest problem is making something wonderful and never again being able to quite duplicate how I did it the first time.
The recipes in this cookbook are fairly specific - most of the time. If something doesn’t work just right the first time, try it again. Feel free to phone for advice. Feel free to come over and try it in my kitchen. I feel strongly that cooking is both a gift and a learned skill - not something you can necessarily get from books. Also remember that I live at an altitued of 6500 feet. I try to remember to comment if non-altitude adjustments are needed, but I don't always manage to do it.
The following verse is from a nineteenth century collection called Bandanna Ballads. It expresses my emotions exactly, so caveat emptor.
‘Cause cookin’s like religion is -
Some’s ‘lected an’ some ain’t,
An’ rules don’t no more make a cook
Den sermons make a saint.”