Following the recipe.

I love recipes. It's become an illness. They are everywhere. Open one of my books and the chance is high that a recipe will fall out. Some are clipped, some are torn, some are handwritten. It is the handwritten ones that make me smile. Scribbled recipes that I treasure written by loved ones. There are the ones given or passed down to me by loved ones lost, these are dearly special as they are a link to my past. There are recipes that were given to me by my mother, my nana, my grandmother, my pops, my grandpa, my brother, my mother-in-law, my father, aunts, uncles, and in-laws of all sorts, friends, co-workers, and all the other random people I have annoyed for a recipe. They make me think of the writer and of the time I enjoyed their hardwork.

I'm not sure why they provide me comfort or why I have such a hard time throwing recipes away that I haven't made in ten years and probably never well. I have endless albums I've created from these clippings, I've even subscribed to a website where you can enter all your recipes then order a book created just for you. I've never actually paid to have the book assembled, I doubt I ever will. I love recipes on paper, I will always love when they rain out of books or cabinets. I will keep collecting and keep clipping and keep passing them on. So this is my newest method of passing them on. Enjoy.