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Paula Deen's my first cookbook

  If you are looking for something to do with the kids this Spring Break
then look no further .  I love the fact that she used alot of illustrations with kids
in mind.  The most helpful sections were the Safety First,Glossary and How to Measure right in the front section of the cookbook.
  For each recipe their is an illustrated side of all the equipment and ingredients  Titled what you need  and for the same recipe on the left hand side you get very detailed instructions..  The kids could almost do this by themselves but of course it's better if a grown up were there and hey this could also be a good bonding experience. Apartial list of the Table of contents include  Chapter1.  Morning Sunshine  Chapter 3   What's for Dinner    Chapter 4I'm starving  Also Chapter 9 Dont Eat These Fun arts and crafts.   Some of the recipes included:  Cinnamon Rolls,Pigs In a Blanket,Personal Pizza,Chicken Pot Pie, and Vanilla Cupcakes
  Very well done I  give it 4stars out of 5


Linda said…
Paula Deen is one of the best. Just don't start a diet on her cookbook!
I'd like to be entered.

Bill ;-)

billsmith2003 (at) gmail (dot) com

Hope you'll check out my book giveaway:
CallMeKayla said…
I like some of her desserts, but her other food can be kinda weird..
bookaddict4real said…
Thanks guys for the comments. Dont worry I save these type of
recipes for special occassions!

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