October 15th, 2011

DL Mains

NASCAR and Books

We’re big NASCAR fans in our house, and we spent a week at New Hampshire Motor Speedway.  We rent a motor home and ‘RV’ with all the other pseudo rednecks in a 4 day tail-gate party.
 
A few weeks back, my husband hears of this cook book that the wife of one of the drivers wrote, compiling a whole bunch of recipes from other drivers.  Apparently, she went around the pits, collecting everyone’s favorite track recipes.
 
Now, the husband has to have this book.  My alarm bells go off immediately because I know how much work this involves for me.  But my husband insists that he will do all the cooking and experimenting.  I have been married to this man for almost 23 years and I know that is not how it works. 
 
He finds the book and orders it through Barnes and Noble to be shipped to our local branch, which conveniently (for him) is located right near where I work.  Naturally, I have to go pick up said book and pay for it, not that it was expensive (under $5.00 and less because I’m a member), but already it involves work for me and we haven’t even opened the cover yet.
 
Now I don’t love to cook, but I don’t hate it either, so I peruse the book and find some really interesting recipes.  We know we have to try some before we go camping to judge how easy they are and how much prep time they actually require – those times listed on most recipes are never accurate.  So we try some…by this I mean I make them and everyone else judges their acceptability…did I mention the work involved for me?
 
I admit that the recipes worked out well and most are delicious…the grilled bacon-wrapped shrimp is to die for.  And my husband is completely enamored of this book even though he has not made a single thing from it.
 
There we are camping with the rest of the race fans and my husband cannot seem to contain his enthusiasm over this book of recipes.  He tells everyone we run into (and there are 93,000 seats at this track…use your imagination) and even passes it around for others to admire.  I barely suppress my irritation, wanting to remind him that his wife has two books published herself.
 
I just looked at my oldest daughter, who rolls her eyes.  If he spent half as much time promoting my books so vehemently, I’d be a best-seller. 
 
Ever have one of these?