If you've talked to me at all in the last few months, I guarantee you have heard about the Family Cookbook I was making. And for that I apologize. You know how some projects drive you insane? It was all I could talk about. At work: "How was your weekend I'm making a cookbook!" At the grocery store: "Where is the blue cheese spread I'm making a cookbook!" At the coffee shop: "Hi! Cookbook!" At knitting: "Cookbook, cookbook, cookbook, yarn, my kids drive me crazy, cookbook!"
I spent forever on this project (as my dad can attest, having loaned me all the family recipes over a year ago).
I wanted it to be special, professional, useful, fairly comprehensive (at least from my dad's perspective) and lasting. It was my dad's Christmas gift and I was so proud of how it turned out. I upgraded to premium paper and a dust jacket. It looked really sharp. I highly recommend Blurb.com if you ever have self-publishing fantasies. I also ordered two for my girls (which they will not be allowed to touch for another 15 years due to high degrees of stickiness and irresistible impulses to break dance on everything).