As I was going through some papers this morning, intending to throw most of them out, I came across one I thought that I had stashed elsewhere. It was a recipe for "Dog Ice Cream." It goes as follows: Blend together three ripe bananas, one container (32 oz.) of plain yogurt and one cup of peanut butter. Pour mixture into ice trays and freeze for two hours. Serve.
Ok, I want to save that one. So I went to put it in it's place, with all my other recipes. I now know that I have another past mess to deal with. One whole shelf crammed full of recipe books and printouts of recipes I printed from the internet. Good grief, how did this happen?
Most of the recipe books I've forgotten that I had. There's a few that aren't there, so who knows where I've stashed those at (I'm sure I will stumble into those somewhere else where I least expect them to be.). I've got recipes that I printed off the internet three years ago that I haven't even tried yet. I don't even remember where I got a couple of the recipe books. Yikes!
I'm still scratching my head. How did I get started accumulating this mess? I barely enjoy cooking for myself only because I don't care to eat out at the fast food places on a daily basis. So it's highly unlikely that you will see me using any of these cookbooks or recipes to cook for anyone else.
As dumbfounded as I am, I walked away. It'll be there tomorrow. One of many "I have to sort through this to declutter my life" to do list. It's a slow process, sorting through the clutter. On the bright side, I have no excuse when it comes to not knowing how to cook something. If there's a recipe for it, I've got it. It's on that shelf, somewhere.
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