Muddy Prose by Mandy Olivieri

I just so happen to have something she’d like!

Cookbooks: the thing we buy or receive to mark a moment of adulting. Nothing screams “I’ve got my life together” like a $35 hardcover filled with things you’ll totally make someday—right after you finish rewatching Killing Eve and figuring out what a shallot actually is. They’re the kitchen’s version of tattoos—declarations of change, commitment, and impulsivity. A cookbook says, “This is a new chapter,” even if that chapter is just you burning toast while feeling inspired by a photo of olives. They promise comfort, culinary courage, and the belief that you’ll never eat sad noodles out of the pot again.

My point is, you have a friend who just started a new chapter in her life, and she needs a cookbook.

Or –

You have a friend who’s been out of the closet for 30 years already, but she doesn’t have this cookbook.

Or –

You have no lesbian cookbook, and you need this for yourself.

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Making cookbooks has been one of those dreams I never thought would become real, but I finally added the last recipes and feel like it’s ready to be shared. Some of the recipes came from my imagination, some from family, and some were found during hours of scrolling through amazing meals online. Honestly, there’s so much more to add, I kinda hope to see it grow.

And who doesn’t want a cookbook to help you through those times when you feel like a naked chicken, but still all you want to do is be kissed by someone amazing after you made them a terrific meal?

Grab a copy by clicking here or copy/pasting: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F4NYS4TS

Bon appétit!