The Cottage Kitchen: Cozy Cooking in the English Countryside: A Cookbook [Hardcover]

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  • Category: Books (Cooking)
  • Author:  Forsberg, Marte Marie
  • Author:  Forsberg, Marte Marie
  • ISBN-10:  0451495764
  • ISBN-10:  0451495764
  • ISBN-13:  9780451495761
  • ISBN-13:  9780451495761
  • Publisher:  Clarkson Potter
  • Publisher:  Clarkson Potter
  • Pages:  288
  • Pages:  288
  • Binding:  Hardcover
  • Binding:  Hardcover
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2017
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2017
  • SKU:  0451495764-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0451495764-11-SPLV
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Share in a gorgeous, thoughtful life in the charming English countryside with The Cottage Kitchen, a cookbook of recipes and stories by Norwegian-born photographer and tastemaker Marie Forsberg.MARTE MARIE FORSBERG is a professional food and lifestyle photographer, as well as the creator of the blogMy Cottage Kitchen. Her work has been featured in magazines and newspapers around the world, and she regularly runs cooking and photography workshops. Marie lives in a charming cottage in the English countryside with her English pointer, Mr. Whiskey.INTRODUCTION
It takes less than two hours by train to travel from the bustling city of London to my English cottage that’s tucked away on the border between two shires, Dorset and Wilshire. On a cold and foggy November afternoon a few years ago, I boarded that train for the first time, and eagerly looked out the windows as we steadily made our way through the cultivated English landscape of rolling hills and groomed old estates. Over streams and rivers we went, bending back and forth underneath brick bridges and passing stone cottages that dotted the edges of narrow countryside lanes. A taxi picked me up at the other end. I pressed my nose up against the window, trying to peer through the fog that seemed to grow thicker and thicker the higher we went. As the driver easily navigated what seemed like impossibly narrow streets that wound through the little town situated on the top of a Saxon hill, my excited nerves were calmed ever so slightly. You see, I was on my way to see my love for the very first time, and I felt a bit nervous.
 
We hadn’t yet met, but I knew it was love at first sight—or at least, at first photograph. The night before, I had tossed and turned for hours, blaming my restlessness on the full moon that lit up the guest bedroom I was staying in like it was daytime, all the while trying to hold back tears. I failed more times than not, soaking my pillow with tears ofls

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