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Molly Baz has never met a word she can’t shorten or cutesify.
It’s
been a minute since I’ve read through a cookbook, but the library chose
Molly Baz’s More is More for their monthly cookbook club and, even
though I can’t go, I decided to grab a copy and read it. Let’s start
with the reason you read a cookbook: the recipes.
They are ok but overly complicated and, for reasons I can’t explain, heavy on the mortadella (which of course, she calls “morty-d”). OK, there aren’t that
many recipes with mortadella, but enough that I noticed. There are more
mortadella recipes in this book than in all my other cookbooks combined, I think. Out of the entire cookbook, though, there are just three
recipes I found interesting. Most of her recipes take ingredients that I
love and slather them in mayonnaise-heavy sauces. It’s just not my
culinary jam.
Worse though, I just hated this book. There are
some awful font choices including a font that runs as if it’s going up
and down hills and is REALLY hard to read and light fonts on light pages
that my eyes also just couldn’t handle.
And, as mentioned, Baz
has never met a word she can’t shorten. I never realized before reading
this how much I hate it when people refer to sandwiches as “sandos.”
Every. Single. Time. Cauliflower is “cauli,” smoothies are “smoo” and
yogurt is “yog.” I wish I were kidding. It’s like reading a toddler's dialogue. I
guess it’s her schtick, but as I said, it’s not my thing. I found this
book to be exhausting and unpleasant to read with little payoff in the
end.
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