Reading cookbooks

I have been reading a cookbook. The cookbook is Vegetarian Suppers by Deborah Madison. I'm finding it very relaxing.

I recently finished reading All the Light We Cannot See, a pretty long novel about World War II, quite intense, followed by The Seven Good Years, a memoir by an Israeli writer, Etgar Keret, which was quite short and entertaining but also had its intense moments. His son is born during a terrorist attack -- he and his wife took it in stride, but still. I'm also reading a young adult novel because the author is coming to visit our school. She's coming on Friday. I don't think I'll be finished.

So the cookbook. It was a bargain ebook so it's on my Kindle. I read the intro to each section with lovely descriptions of vegetables, ragouts, stews, and other homey but elegant dishes. I peruse the recipes. I do plan to make some of them. I feel no pressure to read every word or try to remember much of anything. It's a wonderful feeling and very different than the wonderful feeling I have when I'm reading a novel that I really enjoy. I'm floating through the book rather than immersing myself in it.

Mmmmm.