Worked on my new recipe book. It's a collection of our favorite recipes, organized according to season. The recipes were assigned a season based on the ingredients available that time of year, what the final dish tasted like (my thick, hearty vegetable soup just tastes better when it's chilly outside), and how we like to spend our cooking time (as soon as the weather warms up, I dare you to try to keep us from grilling on the patio).
The book was supposed to be an exhibition of my artistic flair as well, as I plan to keep and update it forever, but I forgot my total lack of any such talent. For example, when I showed Tony my first completed page, written in sparkly, various-sized sticker letters, (and without telling him what it was) he responded, "Oh that looks nice! It's...a, um... ransom note?"
Sigh... at least I'm a good cook.
