The Box

My recipe box. One of the first things my mother bought for me when I moved out at 18 - a recipe box with a bread recipe. It's spent some time in storage, some much neglected time, and now it's full of love.

I have a notebook that I write things down on, like recipes, list etc; So in my short lived cleaning spree, I went through every page and pulled out the old to clean it out. I found a stack of recipes - some that will become family recipes handed down by that cranky old gramma Val, some that were so so, and some that I don't even remember trying. So I spent some time writing them down on recipe cards and filing them away to be placed out of sight from others. Some were soo long and complicated and had numerous additions, hints, and don't do's, so I simply folded those and filed it away as is. Like the lemon cake I made for my father-in-laws birthday. Definitly one of my proudest cake moments. Strawberry Savarin - a true 18th century French dessert, my own concoction of blueberry jam, crackers, fondue, chai pumpkin cheesecake and much more. What a year!

I've also decided to retire that old notebook. It's pretty beat up - I've had it for 5 years. With some Christmas money, I bought myself the neatest little notebook that isn't so big, and I can buy replacement pages for it if I ever fill it. It's perfect for recipe's, dinner party planning, and my usual random listings. I do have a dinner party coming up soon and I'm excited for it. I'll post about that when it comes, I've skipped blogging about the past few - oh my gosh the food was just amazing!