Recipe Cards

Recipe cards...  
When it comes down to it, I am a collector at heart.  I try to keep it in check, no sense in storing up riches... 
But, there are some things that I just hang on to:  favorite books, sea glass, great yarn, buttons, paint brushes, pictures, momentos from the boys, sweet reminders from the hubby, and of course recipe cards.  
   I like to search out recipes, I like to write them out, I like to share them and of course I love to cook them!  I adore new recipes.  I suppose recipe cards are one way that I collect cooking.  I like to write little notes on them, what I tried different, what worked and what didn't.  Or I write the date on it, as if I passed it after a music lesson! (you know, after you sufficiently accomplished a musical score you get the date put on it)
At any rate, recipe cards are on little paper product that I find endearing.  (Can I say that?)


Obsession with Pink
I can't put my finger on the exact date when fushia/ pink became a problem.  No, I wasn't a pink lover as a child.  There were no pink comforters and pillow cases, I didn't wear pink ribbons.  If you asked me what my favorite color was, I would have told you blue.
So what happened? I don't know.  If you ask my husband I am color blind, or suffer from color dementia; some days I just don't know green from blue....

I splash fushia/ pink with out shame across the blog and etsy site. I take artistic liberties with our name (Vermilion is not a fushia pink red, it is an orangish-red). I get tickled when I mix up that glorious color.  And Mr. Henry always, always looks best when his rollers are inked in that color.


If I were asked to pick a color that best described me, I would not pick pink...
I must be in pink denial.

Eat Your Cake Too


Photographing your letterpress isn't always easy.  I mean, it's a flat piece of paper!  There are no angles on paper, again it's flat!  So I have to get creative with the photography.  Looking at photo after photo of pieces of paper gets menotinous pretty quick. Not to mention I loose motivation.
So generally, I end up using props.  (Sounds so silly to say it).  Props of something that is related.  
Today= PINK CAKE!!!


And yes, I ate some....  I thought it made the photo...

Here is another treasury with some cute recipe cards....

Le Creuset

As I get older, I realize that I really love cooking. I love fresh, yummy, healthy cooking. (Not to say that I do not chow down on Burger King once in awhile). I love chopping vegetables- home grown the better. I love hanging out in the kitchen listening to music while the garlic and onion saute. Consulting the recipes and adding a dash more of this or that, dancing around to some Amos Lee. Oh how sweet, how marvelous- how not as peaceful as I make it sound.

Actually, in reality- the boys are chasing each other through the kitchen, the dog is under my feet waiting for me to drop something (or being chased by the boys), yelling and screaming echos through the house and I am in the middle dodging projectile objects and redirecting rampant misbehavior. Two boys, peaceful cooking- it is not. (Yet, it is perfect and I wouldn't change it- except for the projectiles landing in the chili)

Oh and the music- we frequently cook to "Ten Little Indians" or whatever kids music we have on hand. (I have tried big band music too, that seems pretty safe. They enjoy it too, until it gets to the serenades or ballades.

At any rate, I love my Le Creuset pieces. A gift from my husband, I use them everyday- mostly. And hey, they are apple green! I wanted some new recipe cards that would sit well next to them. So the little lady was born.