For anyone that knows me well…I am compulsively organized. My husband, even worse. We have a label maker for our filing cabinet, if this is any indication of the intensity. Recipes are (or should I say WERE) the one part of my life that had zero organization. I had piles (and piles) of my favorite recipes mixed with magazine clippings mixed with hand written chicken scratch as I watch foodie shows. It was an utter mess. However, don’t doubt that I couldn’t find my college roommate’s Pineapple Casserole recipe from 7 years ago…written on the back of a homework assignment, with a beer bottle stain. It was there. In it’s perfect place. My recipe pile.
And then, my new cousin Jess, gave me that best wedding present of all time (drum roll please)…a recipe book. I am fairly certain this gift was no more than $20. And it will be used forever. And more often than any of my fine china (sorry Grandma). It so nicely has five divider tabs and color-coordinated oversized blank index cards. So, instead of writing my wedding gift thank you cards, I spent 15+ hours organizing my recipe pile. My organizer-self had a ball. Thanksgiving dinner has never been so easy to plan. Weeknight meals…it’s a breeze. I still have a recipe folder…but it consists only of “recipes to try”…albeit there are about 200 to try. If my house ever catches on fire I will grab that coveted recipe book with all my tried and true recipes. Oh, and of course my pup, Chloe.
