An Irish vignette in the window this week at Bonnie Slotnick Cookbooks—which appears to have any out-of-print cookbook, Irish or otherwise, that you might be looking for, stuffed somewhere inside. (While browsing through the southern section, I noticed a battered but perfectly good copy of Caterin' to Charleston, a cookbook I’ve used for 20 years and written by a friend in South Carolina. And I bought, on a whim, the cookbook from the Fearrington Inn, where I once had some really delicious biscuits and bacon.)
