With tomorrow the big day, I’ve spent today baking. Pies, pralines, potatoes. Each time I go through my recipe box and pull out a scrap of paper with a recipe scribbled on it, I’m reminded of the time in my life when I wrote that particular one down. It’s kind of fun to have this quirky link to the past.

Today I was reminded of the year Robin spent at the Indian school in Show Low. I’m making the Maple Twist recipe we got from Luanne, Robin’s roommate. My copy of the hash brown casserole is written on a notepad sheet from Central Christian Church. I got that one years ago from someone in my Sunday School class. The pralines recipe is on a card that I have to fold to fit into my recipe box. I remember copying it when Grandma Briggs was still alive. (And I remember burning her arm while we were spooning and dropping that molten mass together one time.)

A couple weeks ago I made the See’s fudge recipe that Dianna somehow obtained years ago before Mrs. See intended anyone to have it. My Silky Chocolate Pie recipe still has measurements for both 8″ and 9″ pies, although no one makes 8″ pies anymore. Of course, I always have to double the recipe because I never make just one chocolate pie! I do have a few new recipes. The last couple of years I’ve made Caramel Apple Pie from the Food Network’s Pie Contest, and my new Sugar Cookie recipe is one I found just last year; it’s Alton Brown’s and it’s the best one I’ve tried so far.

Of course, I have some recipes that I have no idea from where they came, but only a very few. Most of them have at least a face or situation linked with them, even the ones I don’t use very much. I can’t bear to part with them because they’re all a part of my life.

Lately I have been thinking of organizing and typing up my favorite recipes. The snips and scraps only mean something to me, but it might be fun to document some of my memories as I put together a new box, so they won’t be lost. And maybe I’ll post a few of them here on my blog, so you can forever remember AZDonna when you make them!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

…a week makes. It was in the 80s Thanksgiving week, and this week we had nights just above freezing. Most days only had highs in the mid 50s. Robin and Ken just missed our cooler weather. It begins to feel like winter is coming, and Christmas is just around the corner.

I’ve had a nasty cold since Monday, and have nearly lost my voice this week. I don’t get many colds anymore, since I no longer have small children in my household, plus I get my flu shot every year. I can’t complain. (Well, I did complain a little!) Glenda took pity on me and brought me some homemade chicken noodle soup last night, and it sure hit the spot. Mmmm… Thanks, Glenda!

Only 22 shopping days until Christmas.

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