I’m done screwing around. I still have a bunch of these “Flavors of Favors” cookbooks sitting around. It’s not a question of if or when you guys are going to buy them. I’m just telling you straight up: you guys are going to buy them. Now.
I’ve said it before, but I think it bears repeating: these are some good-ass cookbooks. Finest recipes ever compiled into one publication, and not just quality; there is quantity also. Derrick himself would be pleased as “Derrick’s Mama’s Creole Style Cherry Blast” punch, if he knew these existed. He doesn’t, of course, ’cause he would sue me out of existence if he did.
DownToBuck might be leaving this existence anyway pretty soon. What good is a bunch of apparently unsellable cookbooks if you don’t have any ingredients to make the stuff or any food at all for that matter? I’ll be honest here, I’ve eaten some of the pretty pictures of the food in my hunger. A piece of printer paper with a black-and-white picture of “Slammin’-good Barbecue Shrimp Bites” tastes damn good when you haven’t eaten in 3 days.
As a favor for you guys, I dropped the price on these suckers. 10 bucks a pop. 15 if you want the deluxe edition with spiral binding, instead of the normal twine. I kind of broke into the local copy shop at three in the morning to bind these bad boys, and they turned out great. Real professional. I even wrote “DF” on them with a sharpie, so you can pretend you got your copy signed by Derrick himself. You know you want one.
Please.