There's something I haven't told you about myself. I am a recipe hoarder. For years, I have been collecting a stash of recipes - many of which I have actually used, yes. But many saved for "someday". There are the old-fashioned but precious-to-me recipe boxes. We all have those. I happen to have three. 5"x11". Mostly hand-written recipes from family and friends from days gone by. If a recipe is tried-and-true, it gets a star. If not, it gets tossed, unless of course it is a family recipe, it gets refiled for its sentimental value.
And then there are the books. Over 300 cookbooks, gathered and gifted over the years of my home-making. Honestly, this spring was the first time I can remember that I went on a vacation and didn't come home with a new cookbook as a souvenir. (Instead, I came home with a quilt book! And fabric!) Anyway, these books continue to bring great joy and inspiration to my kitchen.
And I am one of those foodies who actually write in their cookbooks. Notes like how it should be done differently next time . . . who it was made for and when . . . what it might be served with. And of course, there's the star. Is it a keeper? Then it gets a star - maybe even two if it's extra special. If not, it gets an 'X' - mostly likely never given a second glance again.
You'd think that would be enough, yes? Well, considering I live in a technical age, I obviously would have some recipes kept in technical storage. I happen to use MasterCook, a 'recipe management system' where I have 30-plus virtual cookbooks containing thousands of recipes I have gleaned from the web, had emailed to me, etc. Recipes here also get the 'star', or alternatively, are deleted. See I do have a system!
So there you have it - a confession for today. With a family legacy surrounding food, a home ec degree in one pocket, and eight years as a pastry chef in another, it's not a far jump to understanding why I love recipes. And you can see why I find it soooo frustrating when I am surrounded by all these lovelies and stand forlorn in my kitchen thinking, "What in the world shall I make for dinner?"