Few things make me happier than good things happening to good people. And if anyone ever deserved to be a raging success, it’s Cheryl and Griff Day from Back in the Day Bakery in Savannah, Georgia. Let’s put it this way: When I decided to get married in Savannah, the very first call I made was to Cheryl. Before anything else was booked or signed, I’d already begged her to make my cake (thankfully she obliged, and it was amazing). I’ve been enjoying Cheryl and Griff’s delicious food and baked goods since my first trip to Savannah and have been honored to share their friendship over the years, as well. They are quite simply great people making great food that comes straight from the heart. So I’m overjoyed to share and celebrate the debut of their very first cookbook, The Back in the Day Bakery Cookbook (Artisan Books), on p today.
After a decade of co-authoring and recipe developing for some of the most successful and meaningful cookbooks on the market, Julia decided to write her very first solo cookbook. That book, Small Victories, is the sort of book you can only write once: a book that combines all 31 of her years of life experience and passion for cooking at home into one giant love letter to all that she believes in. Small Victories celebrates the way so many of us cook: one step (or “small victory”) at a time. Each recipe of her book (which contains over 100 recipes and hundreds more spin-offs) starts with a tip, trick or technique that you can use to create something delicious, and then offers how to alter or expand on that dish to make something new and different. There are recipes for everything from delicious chocolate cake with raspberry jam and morning muffins to Julia’s beloved Caesar dressing and a Korean clambake.
I started researching online and found one dusty, lonely forum that had a discussion between some women who claimed that changing some of the food they ate helped them feel better. Could it be that simple?! I was not someone who would have started the vegetable fan club at the time, but my dislike for veggies wasn’t stronger than my desire to feel better. I knew in my heart that I was somehow accountable for feeling well, and for me, medication would be the same as putting tape over the check engine light in my car and going on a road trip.