I’m ashamed to say, I keep my handwritten recipes, magazine clippings, gift recipes, all stuffed into a 24-year-old composition notebook. When I was 18 years old, I moved to another state to work as a nanny, and started this notebook to take many of my mother’s recipes with me. As years passed, it just seemed to be the place to file a quick recipe on the fly, and here it is, almost 25 years later, and I’m still using it. I’ve looked for blank books, file folders, boxes, to replace this piece of my history, but nothing has felt quite right. It’s certainly not pretty, and believe me, the graphic designer in me hates it! But the cook in me can respect the eclectic collection and years of inspiration.