First of all I have a miniature file cabinet underneath my desk specifically for recipes. Each course has its own folder, with some garnering two folders; dairy-free desserts, for example.
Then, above my desk I have a magazine file, which holds more recipes, separated into loose categories, each tucked away in its own plastic binder.
Next up, a folder purchased at the local pharmacy downtown that looks like something a 9-year-old boy might carry around with a picture of a sporty soccer player high-kicking the ball to eminent glory. This holds all the recipes I have cooked that I want to write about on this here blog, as well as some things I think I might like to cook and then write about on this here blog.
Please don’t look over at my book shelf. No, not the one with a million cookbooks, the other one, with the endless 3-ring binders of recipes I thought were so fabulous I couldn’t bare to part with, oh yes, and the row upon row of magazines that I never look at, but have been neatly packed away in boxes and moved from apartment, to apartment, across the country, and unpacked again.
Not to mention the notebooks where I have simply written ideas down. Can someone please tell me what I did with the recipe for Pumpkin Doughnut Muffins, ’cause that sounds real good.
When I actually dive into this mess it is always fun to see what treasure I may find. This recipe for a moist cider pound cake was a recent discovery. The recipe was yellowed around the edges and I have not a clue when I ripped it out, but I honestly don’t know why I didn’t make it sooner. Dumb, dumb, dumb.