This summer, when we realized that this work-from-home arrangement wasn’t going anywhere, we turned our tool shed into an office for my husband and I took over his work from home space. (I had previously been working from our bedroom--which violates all the rules of productivity, making cat-naps all too tempting.) When I finally had a workspace of my own, my first order of business was to set up a cookbook bookshelf. As I pulled my cookbooks out of the dark kitchen cupboard, it felt like I was finally able to wholeheartedly embrace my love of cookbooks. After all, if I am going to be a cookbook author myself, I should be allowed to have a proper cookbook collection, right?