I'm always, always, always finding recipes on other blogs that I'm dying (in the moment, anyway) to try out on my own. I'm also always, always, always guilty of not doing it.
I have multiple folders stuffed with recipes clipped from magazines. The folders continue to grow fatter.
I have a Pinterest account, primarily, to bookmark the recipes I find online. A digital recipe folder, if you will. The bits or bytes or whatever the hell you want to call them, those babies are growin' fatter every day, too.
My mom sends me envelopes full of recipes that she clips out of magazines and newspapers. Luckily (for my hoarder status), she hasn't sent one in awhile.
Whenever I see that the new Bon Appetit has hit the news stands at Safeway, I check my P.O. box daily until I see mine folded up inside there. I get giddy. Bon Appetit day is definitely a good day.
I collect cookbooks, too.
I haven't read many of them.
My sweetheart thinks I may have a problem.
Don't even ask me about all of the salts and vinegars I have stashed away. I have a separate fridge for vinegars and flours, if that tells you anything about my habits.
