I own so many cookbooks. I think the floor under the shelf is bending from the weight of it. There are thousands of recipes sitting inside these gems calling out to me. "Make me, try me, love me". You see, one of the main reasons why I started this blog was because I felt I wasn't cooking from them enough, (and food blogging is a fantastic hobby). I find that there are many, many recipes that I have never heard of, nor ever eaten. I am too much of an adventurous eater to just stick to one type of cuisine and not try anything else. There is no better comfort of knowing that I have the freedom to choose a recipe based on the whim of whatever I am craving, from wherever it is from in the world. Whether it be digging my fork into a tomatoey eggplant that is…