A fun little vibe and a twist on a granny classic. No bulky binder of recipe print outs. The only way you're gonna hand write a recipe card is if you know that you like it. No more pile of aspirational someday-I'm-gonna-try-this-recipe-out magazine pages. A decoupage recipe box is a one of a kind, perfect representation of you and your kitchen style.
I admittedly have a lot of pet peeves, but leading the pack is online recipes of any stripe. Food blog, bon apetit post, tiktok caption…they're all a nightmare, and I hate them. I ✨hate✨ them!!! Who wants to click out of a half dozen pop up ads with messy hands and stuff going on the stove? Who is that experience for?? Especially when nearly every recipe you could ever hope to need or imagine already exists in libraries and thrift stores (both of which offer both cookbooks and food magazines!). that being said… I’m not above referencing Smitten Kitchen or Sally’s or Modern Proper. But i’ve taken to physically writing down those recipes ahead of time, and it’s amazing how much it improves the cooking/baking experience both in terms of easy reference and also in the way it helps me mentally think through the process. I recommend physical recipes!!!
The pages of my favourite recipes are always fucked up (well loved)! I annotate as I go so I can actually remember what went wrong last time/what worked/future mods. If I wing a dish and it turns out really well, I write it down. All this note taking has made me a much better + more intentional cook. When I was relying more on digital recipes, I was simply losing my thoughts and ideas to the ether. We live in the future! Why would I scroll on my phone if I don’t have to? (Attached: pic of my favourite whole egg pasta method.)
are so comforting and special. the nyt cooking app is nice but nothing will ever touch cooking with a book open on your counter. get those pages messy and mark the recipes up with notes ! much more enjoyable than tapping your phone with food-covered hands to keep it unlocked. buy more mugs. hang up your pots and pans.
Charlie is a literal dumpster cat. I walked to my local gas station one night and he crawled out from under their dumpster and waited outside the gas station door and then rubbed on me and let me pick him up and carry him home. He is smarter than the average orange. Greta was snatched up by my SO outside a crack house because he knows how deeply I adore torties. She is amazing. Leon is the sweetest big-little boy. He was dumped nearby and found his way to my yard. One of the local ferals had bitten him and it was infected, so I brought him in and he let me shave the fur around his abscess. He is baby. Lady was also dumped but as an elder cat. She had her kittens by my back door one easter morning. After weaning she got fixed and so did the kittens. Kittens got homes and she stayed on the back porch. She now barges her way in and out of the house as it pleases her. Fizgig was found under our propane tank. Fully feral, not weaned but her mom went MIA so we used a crab net to catch her and get her inside. Charlie adopted her as his own and she loves him and hates everyone else.
Seriously, there's too many figs and I keep giving them away, and there's still more, so jam it is... Also, the 2 hour cook down is the longest and most tedious process for my poor ADHD brain but the end result is so damn rewarding. I've also been giving so many jams away.