Now, since I had started knitting back at the tender age of 7, I was well versed in the art of collecting stash. And this box very soon became far too small to hold all of the recipes known to my kitchen. I graduated to a large metal box, that sadly is no more, due to the flood of 2001, in the kitchen known as Southern California post divorce rental house when the winds blew the rain in UNDER the kitchen door and well.. it got wet and then rusted as metal boxes will do.
Moving on, we find more recipes shared from Chez Stuff's former life as a Girl Scout Leader, and her former Girl Scouts, as those families also shared favorite family finds from their own recipe boxes. (No doubt those boxes and collections were smaller than here at Chez Stuff..but were copied and added into the vast black hole of the recipe kind we are wadding through on our daily tour this morning.)
Now, if the wise tourist is paying close attention you'll notice not one, but yet two more recipe boxes that have a nearly permanent placement on the lowest left of the CookBook Bookcase. Heaven knows the moment one of those recipes are tossed out, it'll be JUST THEN the Queen of Chez Stuff will ultimately require that same specimen for the culinary delights that evening. So, we keep them in the collection rather than 'thinning' the stash.
Right after something got spilled on it, one of the kids decided it was a good place to 'decorate' and the ex-husband wrote some driving directions on the back of one of the recipes. Ya. justifiable I tell you! Time to hit up the plastic pages to preserve what was left....
Determined that two of these, I've already posted here on the blog (peanut butter cookies and the roll out sugar cookies), so they were cut from the contestants...
Right about that time, I looked down into the box of cookies my mom sent for Christmas, and realized this was the last time she is ever going to make cookies to send to us. It was the perfect choice! Cream wafers! At age 80, she said she just can't be the family cookie baker anymore, so with that, we can all savor these last few.
This would be Grandma and Grandpa, Dad, little brother "T" and me with the first fish I ever caught! [the fish in question? Ya the little one on the stringer... I made my Mom keep it until my Grandma got to the cabin that day so she could have it! I wouldn't let her cook it for anyone else but Grandma! OH, and when I caught it out in the little metal row boat, Mom says that I got so exicited that I nearly tipped the boat over with her in it! Dad said he could hear me giggling all the way in to shore.]