This is a story about my recipe box. There may be hidden meanings in this tale that I give you permission to use in future Sacrament Meeting talks.
Above you will see my own creative recipe box. I 'inherited' this plastic piece of junk when I worked in an office at BYU and they were throwing things out. I am a scavenger by nature and saw this plastic beauty and thought to myself, "What a lovely box to keep my recipes in!" I was newly married and therefore slightly delusional as evidenced by my thinking I needed a plastic recipe box.
I had a lot of spare time while I worked in this office and I also had access to a label machine. So I furthered my domesticity quotient by creating labels for my recipe box. See how organized I could be?
Fast forward ten years later. See how none of my recipes actually make it in their designated spot? They are all shoved in the first slot since it takes WAY too much time to file a recipe correctly. Much, much easier to shovel through a million scraps of paper to find the one I was looking for.
And the final proof of how I love excitement and suspense. There is no pleasure in looking for a recipe if it's on a boring index card or even labeled! Baking is so much more enjoyable if you are not 100% sure what it is you are making. Add that to the challenge of fitting a recipe on the smallest scrap of paper you can find and you have one grand adventure.
That is the story of my recipe box. You may invite me to teach a class at Enrichment night on making darling recipe boxes, but I don't think they make that kind of plastic anymore. I would also like to offer a special thanks to the Playmobil Pirate for being my scale model.