There is no wrong answer.
Many years ago, a full decade before my cooking wasn’t just confined to the microwave, I read cookbooks like novels, and this wasn’t just the chatty parts either; this included the recipes. We’re talking stacks on the nightstands. The Joy of Cooking was my Harry Potter.
These days, I see cookbooks as more of a tool and less as entertainment. Unless I know the author, I don’t generally make it past a paragraph or two.
