My Family Cookbook

I noticed a month ago that I did not have all of our usual recipes in our family cookbook and in fact didn't have them written anywhere. When Mike and I cook we usually just throw it together from memory and serve (with lots of love of course). This bothered me because I got to thinking about when my kids grow up and move out and how they would probably want to know how to cook their favorite dishes. Or heaven forbid if one of us got sick or was in an accident and we left this world and took those secrets with us. I really don't think Mike could live without my toffee! So I decided to update our cookbook and even type it up too.

I have been spending the past two weeks writing recipes in the book because I want hand written copies on hand and typing each one because if the book is ever lost we still have the book. Also, embarrassingly enough, I have really terrible handwriting and no one can read it so that is another reason to type. One day my grandkids will be looking through my stained cookbook and wondering if I was a serial killer. Only of calorie counters, kids! Anyways, it has been harder than I thought it would be because of the fact that we cook off memory and ab lib quite a bit. I have no idea the measurement in my lasagna nor do I really know how much pepper I use in my chicken pot pie. I just put it in and it works. We are taking note now while we cook and adding to the book. Hopefully, when all is said and cooked we will have a wonderful ever growing cookbook for our children. I am also writing in notes for certain recipes about which kids likes it and how it came to be or how I watched my mom or his mom cook it. So in a way I guess it is a cooking journal to be enjoyed by my terrified grandkids. Maybe I should throw in a slasher recipe just to insure the serial killer vibe.