sprinklefingers

i spent about an hour yesterday looking for a recipe for blueberry pie filling that i had experimented with, baked into a pie, subsequently adored and wanted to bake again. i must have asked every one of my co-workers (twice) if they saw a “small, square piece of paper with BLUEBERRY scribbled across the top of it” lying anywhere around the bakery.

after an hour, i found it. clipped to the wall behind the mixer. right where i put it in the first place.

and while searching for a scrap of paper with a recipe on it was a big waste of time, i still can’t imagine working out recipes on an electronic device. i love paper. and my cooking notebooks. i love my recipe notes & scribbles because they’re like a map - showing me where a simple idea started and then where it ended up. i save all my scraps, all my notebooks - even the ones with chocolate spilled all over, ripped sticky edges and flour-caked covers.

i took great comfort in this piece from the wall street journal - i’m glad i’m not the only one attached to my notebooks…

LOOK!  a box of my notes. and notebooks!