I've lost count over the years how many cookbooks I've owned.
I've gifted many of them to needy recipients, just starting out in the kitchen.
But I still have my very first one
My Dad gave it to me for Christmas, when I was maybe eight years old.
He knew that I SOOOOOO wanted to cook, but my Mom said that I couldn't until I was "big enough to reach the stove without the stool".
The first recipe
I used from it, I made my Dad Cinnamon Toast, he said it was the best that he ever had.
I still make that for myself and get a nice warm feeling all over.