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Mind you, she wasn’t a very good cook, but she had improved drastically in the two months I’d been teaching her. Jacki’s primary job was to keep the house clean and to provide me with some much-needed company, not that she would admit to the second part. “Another family meeting?” She chuckled, her laughter warm and comforting after a long night. “You two and your secret notes.” Along the countertop sat a bunch of various cookbooks, all themed in some way. At the front was my favorite, the first book Elijah had ever gifted me. The antique looking cookbook, themed after witches and wizards, was what propelled me into my passion for baking.

And then she saw the books. She gasped, her eyes widening and her hand covering her mouth. Leather-bound volumes with gold-embossed titles: Escoffier's Le Guide Culinaire, a culinary Bible. She knew the name. Every chef did. More treasures followed: Essentials of Italian Cooking, and tomes of French, Japanese, African, Latin American cuisine. The collective knowledge of culinary masters from around the world. A lifetime of learning, pressed into the spines right before her eyes. She felt her throat tighten so much that she was breathless for a moment.

“Put on a sweater, not a jacket.” I put on a sweater. On the drive she had the wine bottle in her lap, a pinot nobody would be embarrassed to bring, and a paper bag with a hardcover cookbook inside that she’d edited two years ago. The cookbook was for Estelle because, she had explained, Harrison was the cook in the house but the cookbook was for a woman. I had not corrected her assumption about Harrison being the cook. Harrison, in nine years, had never produced a meal that did not involve pasta or eggs in some configuration.

"Something special. Not just recipes, but... stories. Culture. Something with meaning." He perked up immediately. "Ah, you want the good stuff. Follow me." He led me to a section dedicated to culinary literature, pulling out a beautiful hardcover. "This one's about traditional family recipes from around the world. Each recipe comes with the story of the family who's been making it for generations. It's part history, part cookbook, all heart." I flipped through it, seeing photographs of grandmothers in kitchens, families gathered around tables, hands kneading dough that had been kneaded the same way for a hundred years.

“I can’t cook. Like at all. I burn anything I try to make.” “I’ll help teach you over the next few weeks. At least until I leave for school. There is also a cookbook in the pack house kitchen, and your kitchen that our mothers made together with of all their recipes. They also give all kinds of tips, and instructions on how to cook things properly.” “There is?” “Yes. That’s where I got all of the recipes for everything I ever cooked for everyone. I didn’t know they made it until very recently, but it’s what I always use.”

"Uncle Chad, it's time for dinner!" Uncle Chad? He was not used to being called that! Chad muttered to himself as he stored the USB drive and asked, "You're quite good at cooking. Where did you learn this?" Gisella smiled and pulled out a bound book, saying, "I learned from this book, Mystical Cuisine." Chad was stunned, but after carefully inspecting the meal Gisella prepared, he could not help but be impressed. Chad wrote the book Mystical Cuisine, which summarized his experiences and recipes for medicinal cuisine.

She smiled with an impressed look on her face and I nodded. Initially, I planned that if I checked the available food items in the house, I’d call my Mom and ask her for tips because she was a great cook. But now that Mrs Gale was here, I was too embarrassed to do so. So much for wanting to throw a little feast without having the slightest idea of meals to prepare. I sighed. Seems like Mrs Gale noticed my hesitation because she walked to a cupboard and brought out a book. It looked old but yet fancy. “In case you are indecisive about what to cook, this cookbook will help you. It belonged to Zander’s mother. She wrote it herself. She left it in the hope of giving it to Zander’s bride someday,

I will change them everytime from our library after reading all the books in the stand, I arranged them on there perfect places based on genre like I always do, while keeping them, I got a glance on my mother's recepie book, she preserved her recepies for me in a book to learn. "Love you Mom, miss you a lot", I whispered clutching it tightly to my heart, I really miss her a lot each and every precious minute of my life, I took that book with me even though I know about every recepie in it, I learned everything in it from my childhood using her exact quantities of ingredients for a dish to make it different and special. It made me pro in cooking and baking.

“Since when did you become a paparazzi?” “Cut the crap, bro. Are you thinking about the same girl Bryan told me?” She squinted her eyes, “don’t bother lying because I’ve had enough of your foolish smiles.” I scoffed and pick some of Ayle’s books randomly. What is this? How to master cooking in ten days? 101 simple receipts for breakfast! Cooking hacks: Never fails in a new receipt “Are you planning to burn our house again?” Ayle snatched those books from my hand, not before smacking the three of them on my head. “I’m tired of you feeding me shits. Girliegotta know how to cook.”

So of course my curiosity burns through me. The first box is filled with brand new cookbooks. I admire them for a while, skimming through the recipes. They’re mostly Italian—the cuisine I love cooking most. Maybe my spaghetti bolognese wasn't that bad, after all, then. After Mom passed, I took over cooking, and while I initially despised it, I’ve learned to love it.