I don’t cook very often. You can tell by the contents of my recipe box. Most of the recipes were given to me by my mother many years ago and have only been used once or twice since. Even so, this ugly wooden box is precious to me. Those cards were handwritten by someone I love and who loves me. They’re permanent and meaningful, and I’ll always know where they are.

I realize that it would be more convenient to use an iPad to store recipes, but I’m not going to do that.