by Ree Drummond
An Edible Book Review inspired by Jain at Food for Thought, a delicious blog for readers with an appetite for the written word.
Okay, so I’m a sucker for a little romance mixed with humor, so this was a great recipe for light reading for Valentine’s Day. A sweet, quick read and funny in true Ree-style for those who are familiar with The Pioneer Woman. While the story is sure to warm the cockles of your heart, there is also plenty of inspiration to warm your belly, with the recipes to be found and included in the back of the book.
From The Pioneer Woman:
“Back in 2007, I started writing the bodice-ripping saga of how I met and married my husband. What started out as a few paragraphs turned into a forty-plus chapter online serial, which concludes on our wedding day. The published version of Black Heels includes the complete online serial (with added material) as well as a whole new section, which documents our entire first year of marriage.”
It also provided me with inspiration to wrangle up a table for a little dish fun for this edible review~
I took my cue from the colors on the book jacket, lassoing and filling some mason jars with flowers, on a foundation of burlap. The bandana-inspired paisley bowls & plates are from Bed, Bath & Beyond.
“Read along as I recount the rip-roaring details of my unlikely romance with a chaps-wearing cowboy, from the early days of our courtship (complete with cows, horses, prairie fire, and passion) all the way through the first year of our marriage, which would be filled with more challenge and strife—and manure—than I ever could have expected.
This isn’t just my love story; it’s a universal tale of passion, romance, and all-encompassing love that sweeps us off our feet.”
“It’s the story of a cowboy.
And the girl who fell in love with them.”
“We lived life at entirely different paces. His day began before 5:30 am, and his work was backbreaking, sweaty, grueling. I worked so I’d have something to do during the daylight hours, so I’d have a place to wear my black pumps, and so I could fund a nightlife full of gourmet food and colorful drinks. For Marlboro Man, nightlife meant relaxation, an earned reward for a long day of labor. For me, nightlife meant an opportunity to wear something new and gloss my lips.”
“At times the differences concerned me, Could I ever be with a man who’d never, in his entire life, eaten sushi? Could I, a former vegetarian conceivably spend the rest of my life with a man who ate red meat at every meal?”
“My mind began to race, trying to figure out what it all meant. Do I need to learn how to whittle? Cook fried chicken? Ride a horse? Use a scythe?”
“And children? Oh. Lord.That means we might have children! What will we name them? Travis and Dolly? Oh my gosh. I have children in my future. I could see it plainly in front of me. They’ll be little redheaded children with green eyes just like mine, and they’ll have lots of freckles, too. I’ll have ten of them, maybe eleven. I’ll have to squat in the garden and give birth while picking my okra.”
“Does the world of agriculture have a different chart of wedding anniversary presents? Would the first anniversary be paper. . .or motor oil? Would the second be cotton or Weed Eater string?”
I rustled up some Cowgirl Food straight from the pages of the book. . .
Tagliarini Quattro Formaggi (Four Cheese Pasta)
“We shared each other’s histories while cooking in his kitchen in the country, me whipping out my arsenal of L.A. vegetarian delights with the same pride and enthusiasm that Marlboro Man shared his carnivorous ones.”
And more Cowgirl Food to fortify you~
Chicken Tortilla Soup, recipe here.
Thanks for your visit & to my hostesses, I’m joining: