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For a long time, I’ve made fun of Josh. I don’t deny it, I embrace it. At least, that is, until today. You see, Mr. Cooper actually uses something called….what’s the word?….technology to organize his recipes. I’ve always prided myself on being more of an improvising kind of girl. Anyone who’s ever been in my kitchen will tell you that I cover the egdes of my kitchen cabinets with Post-It notes that have my own unique shorthand on them. A typical one reads something like this:
2 T butter
shallot
Sautee
Some wine
Chick
I myself know that this is my recipe (although certainly not all-inclusive) for Creamy Tuscan Chicken with Garlic Sauteed Spinach. All I need are a few brief words to remind me of certain recipes. Herein lies my problem.
As Kevin reported yesterday, I am in the process of gathering all those sticky notes and condensing them into some sort of cohesive collection for a friend’s wedding gift. I have about eleventy billion sticky notes. I spent eight friggin’ hours at the computer yesterday, and I’m not even halfway finished. The worst part is trying to translate recipes from my head onto the page. I have lots and lots of things I make that I just, well, make. The good news is when I’m done, everything will be all in one place. You bet your ass that I’m ordering a copy for myself when all is said and done (thanks to Cafe Press).
The moral of the story is this: Sometimes Josh is right.