Maybe twenty years ago,
maybe even a little longer ago than that, my sister gave a me a simple,
ringbound scrap book to keep my recipes in….. how could either of us know it
would be my constant companion in the kitchen for the next few decades.
In it, recipes for cakes and casseroles, playdough and pastries chronicle the
life I have shared with my family and friends. Pages torn from
magazines, or photocopied from library books share the space with handwritten
menus for Christmasses and parties long over. I delight over them and the
little details of who brought whom and who brought what to all of
those delightful shared meals.
I could never
have guessed how much that little book would come to mean to me.
Sometimes it really is the simplest things that bring you the greatest joy. I
am going to be cracking open this little beauty and I hope some you might enjoy
some of the pages that fall out as much as I do..
