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May 2nd, 2003 - 1:29 am
A big thanks to literary agent Marylin Allen, who generously took a bunch of time out of her day yesterday to teach me some of the ins and outs of putting together a cookbook proposal.
Is there a market for The Bachelor’s Guide to Getting Laid through Cooking?
We’ll find out, I suppose.
Anyway, if blogging is light or I never do catch up on email, you’ll know why. I have to produce an overview, two sample chapters, a marketing plan, etc., over the next couple weeks. Oh, and eventually there will be that little matter of coming up with 200 recipes.
Wish me luck.
I’d buy a copy.
Good luck.
I’ll be expecting my autographed copy by Christmas.
If needed and wanted, my crabcake recipe is what my fiance tells me convinced her to say yes to my proposal.
And Ed will give you all of his Spam recipes….
Good luck!
I’ve actually had some dealings with Marilyn on a book we ultimately passed on.
You genius bastard! This book will sell like Tatu underwear. Hey, you need a copy doctor, I’m your boy, OK?
Stephen,
Are you joking. “The Bachelor’s Guide to Getting Laid Through…” you can just stop right there, and there’s a market for it.
Good luck.
Stephen,
Your Friday recipes have been terrific, to the point and easy to follow. My question is, who’s the bachelor? It appears your culinary expertise is at odds with bachelorhood in general. I, however, would buy the book in an instant…since you won’t blog recipes anymore. Hunker down and feed the masses.
Bob in the hills
TO: Stephen Green
RE: Cooking & Sex
Might sell. Most women look down upon cooking as being ‘beneath’ them. You know…chores.
We all hate chores. Be it the trash. The lawn. The dishes. The cooking. The laundry. The cleaning.
If we had the wherewithall, we’d most likely hire someone to do it. [Note: What was the tired jest my Father told me...
...Wife - Someone you s---- to the bed to do the housework.
Unfortunately, to have an orderly house, someone has to do the chores.
Fortunatly, in this household, I LOVE to cook. Which the distaff detests.
Personally, I find working in the kitchen is a great way to relax after a day of battling the computers. Real. Hands-on. Performance-oriented. Something you can sink your teeth into. Or a knife. Abattons les salades!!!! [Please pardon my 'freedom'.] Mind the splatter….
The point being that the kitchen is the power plant of the entire household. Everyone gets their energy from it. So why not have fun standing the the energy stream?
Tonight? Salad Nicoise! Chablis. Rustic bread. Mints, filberts and chamomile tea. Maybe a bit of brandy too.
Tomorrow AM? Arnold Benett Omelets, English muffins with blueberry jelly and champagne.
Who knows what the afternoon will bring. Every day is an ‘adventure’. Why women distain such things is beyond me.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
P.S. Donnez mois le creme de salaud, s’il vous plais.
Dude,
You should join Deus ex Culina…
I might share my famous Spam recipie but you are not getting the secret to my Fried Bologna, Eggs and Gravy.
Food and sex? Are you kidding? It’ll fly off the shelves. I’d buy a copy, even, and i have more cookbooks than any person needs.
I want one!
I’m a happy user of the Friday recipes already — the steak diane is one of my favorites!
Two things. First…make sure all of the samples serves two for real. I hate cookbooks that have all of thier recipies serving 4 which varies in reality from a factor of 1 to 3! Second…pictures. Think swank bachelor pad style kitchen.
Throw in some hot dates and how can you lose?
There’s definetly a market for such a book – espcially one written in the snappy and coversational style of your recipes. A cook book where each meal is accompanied by advice on how to bset position and time in order to obtain sex is just what the doctor ordered.
Accepting resum