|edible cookbook via pfsk.com|
But maybe unconsciously, as I do adore books. I have cuddled them, slavered over them, thrown them across the room (just that one time, and in my defense it was so outrageously good the ending spurred me to a grand physical gesture), have been known to inhale their scent deeply and have such deep abiding relationships with books it would follow I might consider how they would taste.
Lo and behold the edible cookbook, pritned with the recipe and made of fresh pasta.
Am curious to get my hands on as I wonder if the designers were cunning enough realize one must use the sheets of the book to make the dish, the recipe should therefore be printed in such a way as to allow for reading and use simultaneously.
Cunning. Though am sure it would not taste nearly as good as, say, Vanity Fair with all the turtle soup, The Three Musketeers and their nerve-wracking picnic on the battlefield and poisoned Anjou wine or one of Peter Mayle's trips through Provence.