Oh come on. This is surely too funny to be genuine. Look at the name of the author, for crying out loud! Seriously, I’ve had such a laugh at Canadian books (remember Porn for Women?) I can’t believe Canadians themselves buy them. It’s the way they are worded as much as the daft covers that gives them a sentimental, overly informal tone. (Incidentally the magazines aren’t much worth reading either and there’s really only one decent newspaper: the ‘Globe and Mail’.)
So yes, anyway, I came across Crescent Dragonwagon’s vegetable bonanza in a bookshop in Jasper, whose eclectic catalog also included an entire shelf of ‘Native Ghost Stories’, and a rotating rack of Canadian-written books about dogs that had done heroic deeds and people who had done a lot of hiking. I did actually buy an American book in there, but only after I had amused myself sufficiently flicking incredulously through the Canadian schmultz whilst trying not to laugh out loud. The book I bought is about outlaws of the Wild West. Butch Cassidy’s in it, as are Jesse James and Billy the Kid (not the same as the Milkybar Kid – I checked) with stories of their daring and unlawful escapades.
I sorely wanted to buy the vegetarian cookbook too, not for the recipes but because I didn’t think anyone would believe it really existed, but there was no space in my pack for it. And I’m not carrying a giant cookbook all the way home (this thing was huge). However, if when I get home I discover it on Amazon (at a discount and with free shipping, natch) I will one-click order it without a second thought. And introduce the world to the wonders contained within its leafy green pages.
Only a woman willing to balance a basket of veg on her head for a covershot could have written this strange and wonderful book.
You can indeed buy it on Amazon! £22.46 new (paperback copy) or £16.92 for a nearly new hardback copy. Two versions too, so she must have discovered some new veggies in the year between each publication!!
YESSSS!!!!