A long time ago I had been going through my recipe box, converting all of my old handwritten recipes, newspaper and magazine clippings, and so forth onto my computer. What a mess. For two years I have found recipes all over the house because I taken them from room to room, wherever I happened to be typing on my laptop.
Last night one of the recipes jumped out from under my bed like a cat attacking my feet and waited for me to pick it up. It’s true–the thing honestly hurled itself at me when I lifted the dust ruffle on my bed. So weird. I guess that it has been hiding all this time just waiting for the right moment to lunge.
That sounds creepy, doesn’t it? I’ll paint a better picture…The recipe card fell gently from its hiding place and floated down to my feet, like an Autumn leaf set free by a momentary breeze to drift at its leisure until it came to rest on the still warm earth. Pretty.
“Purple, Miss Cook.” That would be the voice of my 11th grade high school English teacher, Jean Fitzsimmons, ringing in my ears were I to have written that sentence in class. Heaven forbid. Mrs. Fitzsimmons had little tolerance for purple prose.
As I read the title of the recipe, I thought how ironic that this particular recipe would appear at this particular time of year. What are the chances? And why hadn’t I found it in all of the times I went on search and seizures under my bed? Baby, you could make some money in Vegas if you bet on the right side of that equation. Not that I know anything about betting or gambling or winning or losing. I’ve never gambled in my life. It scares the starch out of me to even think about it.
Anyway. The recipe. It came out of a local newspaperand is credited to Marcia Adams’ Heirloom Recipes. It feels like an heirloom recipe. Do you know what I mean? There are just honest to goodness ingredients in it; nothing flashy or overdone and the instructions are uncomplicated. It was the perfect thing to bake today while snowflakes were falling; the first of the year. I’m not ready for them just yet. So, I hope that Autumn is only practicing for the days ahead. Sigh.