Cooking with Pooh
My daughter is in a stage where anything to do with butts, poop, or -- to a lesser extent -- boogers, is hysterical, so, through joking with her, I've reverted to a pre-pubescent version of myself that snickers every time someone farts. Here's a typical conversation:
Edan: What if a window was...A BUTT? (we both laugh hysterically)
Me: That was a good one.
Edan: What is a tree had...A BOOTY?
Hence, when I first stumbled across this oddly-titled cookbook, I immediately started laughing. I'll be purchasing a copy for my daughter -- partially so we can continue the adventure of cooking together, but mostly because we'll both get to have a little giggle every time she says the title.