I’ve always been a collector of papers. They just pile up around me. Newspapers. Magazines. To-do lists. Didn’t-do lists. Books-to-read lists. Recipes-to-try lists. You get the picture.
When I started a family, this was going to change. I was going to get organized. I had, and still have, the old-fashioned 3×5 recipe box—except that it doesn’t close due to the stack of recipes “filed” on the flipped-open lid. Anyway, I went to The Country Sampler (my mom’s kitchen shop in Boalsburg) and bought a three-ring Collected Recipes Cookbook binder.
I religiously clipped recipes and peeled open the pages to insert each one in the appropriate section. Then, I ran out of pages. The book became a file-album for all of the precious recipes, notes or ideas that didn’t fit. The recipe notebook and associated papers spilled into a plastic bin stashed under my bed.
Now I’m starting a new life in a new house and it is time to declutter. What better time to start than the days after Thanksgiving. A trip down memory lane.
When I was growing up in Central PA, Black Friday didn’t exist. It was called Deer Lonely Days, because all of the menfolk escaped to camps and cabins for the start of hunting season. The “lonely” ladies were supposed to head downtown and spend money in State College stores. (Oh brother!) Early on, my mother had her five dears around her and couldn’t spring free. Then, when she opened her shop in 1969, I was head babysitter while she tended The Sampler.
So, with no little sisters or children to watch over, I’m spending this long weekend reminiscing and shedding.
The recipes encased in plastic sleeves will stay. The Internet has zillions of recipes just a few finger taps away but there is something to say for handwritten (or typed) notes from family and friends that technology can’t reproduce. At least that’s my rationale. As I sort, with a paper-recycling bag at my side, I try to winnow the harvest.
Here are the keepers:
My mother’s handwritten recipe card (oversized, so it doesn’t fit in my recipe box) for Blueberry French Toast Cobbler.
Recipes for low-fat sauces, vegetarian paté, summer’s end vegetable sauce and low-fat carrot cake from Jaye, chef-consultant known as The Queen of Hearts, who taught classes at The Sampler. She was a good friend who left this world too soon.
Slatington Master Gardener Charlotte’s herbal vinegar recipes from 1992 and 1993, and a non-MG but personal recipe she handwrote for me—Rosemary Wine.
A copy of my first Fleur-de-Lys e-newsletter (May 12, 2005) with a recipe for a spring tonic—Sorrel Soup.
Undated menu with recipes when my parents hosted their dinner club Friendship Summer Harvest supper.
Recipe for Brazilian Rice and Beans from the mother of our Brazilian exchange student, Celso. Notecard from Kutztown Rotary wishing us a good spring with Celso. (It was.)
In my handwriting: If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen. Followed by a recipe for Warm Rhubarb Crumble.
Postcard of Amaryllis drawn by Fleur-de-Lys customer Milton in 2007 with a sweet note. Will frame this.
Instructions for forcing chicons (Belgian endive) accompanied by a recipe for Chicons au Gratin. Brings back memories of forcing the vegetables in the basement of our Hottenstein Road house to keep my across-the-pond daughter close, at least in spirit.
Notecard from Aunt Mary (who in her career days worked for the Good Housekeeping Institute) with a recipe for Scalloped Tomatoes and Artichoke Hearts from “The Williamsburg Cook Book” that she served at a family Christmas party.
The Cottage Cheese-Dill Bread recipe neighbor Lisa made for the 2007 Local YOLK*EL Benefit Brunch.
Richard’s Best Sandwich Ever school project: “My dad and I created this sandwich one night while watching Monday Night Football.”
Zucchini Pie recipe from Limerock Garden zucchini-grower extraordinaire, Janet.
Taste of India Butternut Soup, handwritten notes (by me) during a Gujarati cooking class my mom and I took when I moved back to State College in 2011.
Cranberry Chutney and Yoga Cookies recipes from my sister Lee Ann.
Handwritten recipe for mulled wine—not signed but pretty sure it’s from my brother-in-law Tim. (Clue: 2 750-ml bottles dry red wine and 1 cup dark rum.)
Cheers! Laurie Lynch
Turkey-Less Thanksgiving: When Marina moved to Belgium she started celebrating a European Thanksgiving with her friends and family, usually the Saturday after our Thursday holiday. This past Friday morning she arrived at the butcher shop to find out that the “turkey wasn’t ready.” She, and the rest of the gang, made due with chicken.