I broke my favorite cookbook, my 1967 edition of "The Joy of Cooking."  I dropped it on the floor and it disassembled, just barely staying in one piece.  The spine is exposed, the front cover is loose, it's just sad. Waa, it's my favorite.  I learned to cook for my family using it and it has my grandmother's potato salad recipe glued to the inside cover.  The banana bread recipe page is covered with specks of dough from probably hundreds, maybe thousands of loaves of banana bread.  I taped low fat and low sugar versions to the opposite page.  I experimented with their recipe, I could never get them to taste the way I wanted with both low fat and low sugar.  The 1967 serving sizes are just right for me, in later versions they upped the serving sizes as the population started eating more.  At my age, if it ever was, more is not a bonus. 

I typed "1967 "Joy of Cooking" ' into the search menu and woo, woo, several came up on Amazon.  Some with dust jackets, I can't remember if mine ever had one, if it did it disappeared early on.  So, I'm crossing my fingers, Amazon don't fail me now.  I bought a one listed in "very good" condition (what? didn't they use it?, good for me).  Last night I got an email that it had been shipped.  I'm so excited, yes, that's what makes me happy.  I'm very attached to my cookbooks.  This and my "Laurel's Kitchen" are my favorites, although I did get a 1956 Good Housekeeping Cookbook at AAUW book sale two years ago that I've come to love.

That's the last of my lottery money.  I actually cashed in on one of my once a month lottery tickets for $100.  I bought new slippers, some used Dana Stabenow paperbacks and now a "new" "Joy of Cooking."  Merry early Christmas to me, from me.