Probably thanks to growing up on a farm with a stay-at-home domestic goddess for a mother, I consider myself to be a pretty good cook. But for the past few years, we eat out (or order in) far more often than I whip up something from scratch. Now that the snow and Jack's fractured ankle is keeping us semi-housebound, though, I actually gave some thought to the three-shelf collection of cookbooks I've accumulated over the years (and snapped a few for today's photo). Don't let those sticky notes poking out of the pages fool you; most of those recipes I once thought sounded appealing never got beyond the good intentions stage!