Many times, Nancy Fiorito tried to enforce the cookbook rule. If her husband, Matthew, brought home a cookbook, he would have to get rid of one already in the house.
Like, you know, maybe he could lose one of the grilling ones. He always did it his own way anyway, without a recipe or any kind of a plan, and never marinated one of the dozen kinds of meat he loved to serve in the same meal the same way twice. Plus he had hundreds of grilling cookbooks. Honestly how many original grilling cookbooks could there be?
And yet, Matthew would always answer that there could be something in one of the grilling cookbooks, or any cookbook, really, he hadn’t tried. And that, more than anything else, was usually the reason their daughter, Dania, got a phone call every few months asking her to assemble another bookshelf.
Well, it was wonderful, because those thousands of cookbooks — yes, seriously — represented most of what they loved about him. Matthew loved the written word, and he loved people and he loved food. And now Nancy and Dania hope others get a taste of that love and passion and insanity when they check out a piece of his collection.
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