There’s a reason I hold onto cookbooks.  Like photo albums, my cookbooks hold memories and when I open one up that has sat on a shelf for a while, those memories come flooding back.  I was trying to figure out my meals for the week and, after having no luck with the cookbooks and recipes I have stashed in my kitchen, I moved my search to the next logical place, the laundry room closet.  There, in my stash of old, haven’t been used in a while books, I came across a cookbook that I’d bought the first year we were married.  Memories of my first little kitchen and the meals just the two of us shared came back to me in an instant.  I knew at once which recipe I was going to make from that cookbook this week.  Read more... (783 words, 8 images, estimated 3:08 mins reading time)