Totally OT.

Today’s project is switching over my recipes from the box (which is broken on account of falling from the highest shelf, and never worked well anyway) to the binder.

Some of the recipe cards date back to my bridal shower.

Why would you give a bride a recipe for squash casserole? She’s perfectly capable of finding things that the groom won’t eat on her own. Give that girl a recipe for baby back ribs, garlic mashed potatoes, or homemade pizza.

Some of those bridal shower cards are from my deceased grandmother. Luckily, not the squash casserole. Grandma had more sense than that.