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[which_chick]

So. I have been carefully putting recipes into the new recipe book, the one I bought at the book store the other day.



I decided to set aside the first ten or so pages to indexing, left some space, and then started numbering the pages. Stuff goes into the list at the front, with the page number it's written on. This is not a particularly ideal organizational system, but it's better than nothing and unfussy enough that I will actually do it.

The book, it is great. I love the book. If I were a different sort of person, a better person, a person with less verbose, rambling trains of thought, it would be the sort of book in which I would keep my carefully constructed journal entries. I love the soft leather cover (it's red) and the smooth, neatly lined pages. I love that it has a bookmark and a holding-shut-strap-thing. it's got an embossed front in an elegant geometric pattern and I like that, too. It's tasteful. The pages *feel* good. I wish I had better handwriting so that I could write more elegantly in this book. It is a material thing of aspiration and sometimes those are nice to have. It is also somewhat sturdier than the old recipe book and I hope that it will last somewhat longer. I hate when things wear out and have to be replaced. I get used to things.

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[d-ubervillain.livejournal.com]

It didn't wear out, did it? I thought you burned it to death.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I burned it to death. On a stove burner. I set it on the stove burner and then (despite this being the same stove I've had for upwards of ten years) turned on the burner underneath the cookbook instead of the burner underneath the item I was cooking. And then I smelled something burning and didn't think it was the cookbook until there were very visible plumes of smoke rising from the cookbook. Some days my genius is not particularly apparent to casual observers.