Oh, it isn't MY copy. The only way you're getting that away from me is to pry it out of my cold, dead hands when I'm deceased.
This is really more than a cookbook; if you love the Pioneer Woman's website, this is for you. Even if you have no plans of ever cooking again.
There are pictures of cows and horses and dogs and children. And cowboys. Pardon me while I have a moment of silence and reflection.
There's enough butter to send you into cardiac arrest. Don't blame me for that.
Here's the deal: If you enjoy P.W., just leave a comment telling me so. You can tell me why if you like, but it isn't necessary.
I don't have a huge readership, so I don't expect a lot of replies. I'll probably just write down all three or four entries on slips of paper and have Cliff draw one. If there should be more than I expect, I'll search out that random generator thingie that everybody uses for their drawings.
Very simple, very easy. You have until 6 P.M. on Christmas Eve to get your comment in.
(Did I mention it's autographed?)