I have discovered, in cleaning up my to do lists, that I have enough recipes clipped that is I make a brand new trial recipe a day, I will probably die before I finish trying them all.

 

Obviously, not all of them will be worth trying— I have been clipping recipes to try since I was about 7 years old (I was that weird kid who bought the cookbook at the souvenir stand when everyone else was buying the squirting cameras and the space ice cream), but I am going to make an attempt because I love cooking, it *normally* calms me down, and I currently have a 13 year old son who is never NEVER not hungry. Yay for me!

 

So I packed up a box of loose clippings and I have a 2 foot pile of books with recipes flagged (the whole book is not one I want to keep) and I am going to put forth as much an effort as I can to see what I can make.

 

Today I am making a meringue-y frosting, because we have 10 egg whites in the fridge, 2 from I don’t know what, 6 from an attempt to make Almanzo Wilder’s ice cream (3 were a mistake and 3 were from the SUCCESS— it’s so good!) and 3 were from a cooked Amish dressing from a souvenir cookbook from 30 years ago. Yes, I know that’s 11 egg whites. The recipe calls for 10 and I play loose and fast that way.

 

I am also attempting to make a ‘carmeled sugar’ a friend sent with a ‘hey, this looks interesting.’

 

So, wish me luck.

 

I am also trying to clean my studio, because it has become a mess, I have my exam for Surface Embroidery looming (hence the studio) and bills and taxes and a messy desk and my parents’ estate stuff to clear up. Yes, I am bonkers. But as I said above, cooking makes me happy and I deserve to be happy.

 

So… here I go.