A worn book with stained and tattered pages rests on the shelf, and despite its neglected state, it contains invaluable memories of my childhood. My mother's scrawled handwriting on the back pages and cover make the book priceless.
Mom rarely tried new recipes, but she was a collector. She would clip recipes out of magazines and newspapers and tuck them into every cookbook and in the recipe box. She would write recipes she heard on the radio on the backs of envelopes and receipts. Recipe cards were stuffed in the box of foods tasted she had sampled at a neighbor's house.
Her favorite recipes were used often and are linked to memories of special occasions.
I am much like my mother. I have numerous cookbooks and rarely use them. I also clip recipes and file them away for the perfect occasion.