Not long after we moved in together I purchased a very plain notebook from the newsagents opposite the supermarket in Sutton where we lived at the time. The notebook was to use for the recipes and cooking notes I had scattered about the kitchen.
That was in 1993 and since then I have added to the collection - those cut out of the newspaper, those that have been scribbled on a note paper by former colleagues and one or two from my Mum. Not to mention the recipes that I have stumbled, across along the way.
The notebook is very functional; there are pencil crossings as I have added ingredients to a dish when making it. I have also added each year a note about when & where I have bought the
for Christmas, how many it was feeding and the price. Now, just why I do that I
have no idea, even my own Mum thinks it’s a bit obsessive as she doesn't do it. Turkey
So, it occurs to me that this old and battered notebook, which is almost full is 20 years old, and perhaps should be laid to rest and my thoughts are now turning to a new note book or journal.
I plan to give it a bit of thought this week, so stay tuned for next week's post.