rummaged among random neurons and opined:
This year, I printed my cookbook (Now You're Cooking), which has 30 years plus of recipes (the plus comes from my mother and maternal grandmother). A few years ago I laboriously transferred all the recipes in my 3 x 5" recipe file onto cooking software. Took me about 2 years, with off and off spurts. I trotted the printout to Kinko's last week and ran it through the copier to turn one sided to two sided, did a little art work for the cover, a table of contents and had Kinko's multiply the original times 5, laminate the front and back pages and spiral bind it. Cost a screaming fortune, but I'm thinking I'll have five happy faces on Christmas morning and that's what it's all about. I don't know how many times I've gotten a call-email wanting such-and-such recipe. My son, for instance, says he's never had deviled eggs he likes other than mine. My reply was, you like what you grew up with, largely, and much of this cookbook is what they grew up with.
And I'm feeling quite smug, One and All, as I've had my Christmas shopping done since Thanksgivng and finished wrapping everything this past weekend.
Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam Burd...color her smug AAC(F)BV66.0748.CA
"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret had been as old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had been as full as the waitress's, it would have been a very good dinner."
-- Duncan Hines
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