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I guess we all have it, a handwritten book where we share our recipes.
The black currant marmelade your mother in law taught you to make.
The first meatballs you made as a newlywed.
The creamcake which is a must for every birthday and every Christmas.
The bread recipe you have known by heart for 40 years.
The special cake which was to die for when you ate it, you exchanged the recipe for tears, wrote it down, then you have never made it.
The French roulé made by a visiting friend, recipe written down by her, in French!
Your mother´s krumkake recipe.
Yes, they are all there.
My old, worn, green recipe book, started when Terje and I moved into our first appartment. Followed us for almost 33 years.
In daily use.
I don´t need the recipe book any more. I know all the recipes by heart.
But is feels safe, comfortable, to have it with me when I bake, cook, plan a dinner, write a grocery list.
Today I am planning to buy a new fabric bound book.
Not for recipes, there is still room in my old one.
Journal entries from dinner parties.
There are many of them in The House in the Woods.
And with this book I want to remember;
the guests, the flowers, the napkins, the starters, the main courses, the desserts,
the love and laughter,
We are having house guests this week.
An Italian couple.
Last night they served us dinner.
Do you have a recipe book which have followed you through your life, though every move?
Do you have a recipe to share?
Because it is Saturday and because the day is beautiful, I am having a giveaway. An Icelandic handwoven bookmark.
Post a recipe, or a food tale in the comment section, and tomorrow I will pick a winner.