Slowly, I have been filling up my recipe journal, and it is becoming one of my favorite things. When I make a new recipe, weather I got it from one of my cookbooks, a magazine or the Internet, I ask the Mister if it should "go in the pink book." A "yes" means that I will make it again. The recipes aren't organized by type or main ingredient, and there aren't any pictures with them, but I know that both the Mister and I liked it.
I turn to the pink book when I am meal planning or starving and want something yummy. Not every dinner I make goes in there. The enchiladas I have made since high school for example, aren't in there because I don't need a recipe for those. I also don't need a recipe for spaghetti, french bread pizza, or the frozen pasta meals (those are great, BTW) that I keep in the freezer for nights that we both work late and are out of leftovers. And the gross ones don't make it either. (There was a Crockpot lasagna that never had a chance and a chicken dish a couple weeks ago that didn't quite make the cut.) I also holds the recipes that I print or cut out of magazines that I want to try in the future.
I wish that I had been keeping this since we got married. Fail. I also wish I had dated all of the recipes, but I started doing that a couple months ago. I love having this mini-cookbook that is filled with stuff that we both like!
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