The Ethnic Paris Cookbook - I Can't Afford First Class, so I'm Giving You a Cookbook Instead

The Short: Leave a comment to play and possibly win The Ethnic Paris Cookbook.

The Long: I can't afford an International First Class ticket. It's some ricockulous price like $14,000 round-trip. That's, oh, about $13,900 over my budget.

And I wouldn't dream of subjecting you to the torture of Coach with the plebes, so you'll just have to (possibly, if you win) experience gay Paree at home with The Ethnic Paris Cookbook.

But be not ye fooled, oh ye of foolish faith. There is not one, no not one, single recipe for French bread, French toast, or French fries in the book, for do you not know how to read? The title of the cookbook is The Ethnic Paris Cookbook, which means that it is full of recipes from chefs and restaurants that are ethnic to Paris - Moroccan, Asian, Southeast Asian, African, and Middle Eastern. Strangely enough, there are no Korean recipes in the book. What, Paris too good for my people? Huh?! Yeah, probably.

I love the book. You may be wondering why, then, I am giving it away. Maybe I don't deserve love. Maybe if you love something, you set it free. Maybe I already made something from the book and now I don't need it anymore because I photocopied the recipe. (I checked. It's legal. Trust me.) I'll write in a future post about the bun I made, and by "bun," I mean "bun," not "bun," if you know what I mean.

No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited. Winner need not be present to receive book. That's the wonder of the US Postal Service. However, in order to be legible, you must write in all block letters and promise that if you win, you will make at least one dish from the book and either 1) blog about it if you're a blogger, even if you're not necessarily a food blogger (I'm not a food blogger either, but that's never stopped me from mentioning a muffin), or 2) tell me about it via email or IM if you don't have a blog because that's all I really want in this life. Just a little acknowledgment, appreciation, and re-speck, okay? Is that so much to ask?!?!

Of course, I have no way of knowing what you actually do with the cookbook behind closed aprons. You could lie and tell me you made something, but trust me *singsong voice* I will find out. I've been mercilessly cheated on before and I've seen lots of movies, so don't think I am above putting put some teeny tiny invisible camera between the pages of the book to watch you. I S-W-E-A-R (that's "promise" for those of you who can't spell) that if you betray me, I will lose 30 pounds just so I can crawl through the Internet to your kitchen and use a citrus reamer on you in ways that wouldn't be considered sexy.

Okay! So now that we've gotten the pleasantries out of the way...

Leave a comment on this post. It doesn't really matter what you say, as no special considerations will be given to particularly eloquent or witty remarks, though I can't say that I wouldn't give special consideration to love letters addressed to me.

When the time comes, and baby, it will come, I'll (randomly) select a commenter and express my utter love for the winner in a post. Don't ask me when the time will be. I don't know. It just has to "happen." You can't put a deadline on love, you know.

tags :: food : and drink : ethnic : asian : books : cookbooks : reviews : los angeles