Elizabeth’s Journal

The Nanny of Cooking

So this morning while packing Jonathan’s lunchbox, he was playing at the end of the kitchen island (pretending to fit into a cabinet), and all of a sudden he points at my cookbooks and exclaims, with great delight, “That says Nanny!” I was pretty sure I didn’t have any cookbooks that said any such thing, so I came round, peered at them . . . and immediately knew. To confirm, I asked him to point to where it said “Nanny”, and he said, “Right there”, and stabbed with his finger at the big red letters that say “Joy” on The Joy of Cooking. He can be pretty cute sometimes.