The past is merely fragmented memories woven into a story that changes according to how you tell it. You can alter the impact your past has on you by changing your story about it…You live in whatever story you tell yourself.
Jarl Forsman and Steve Sekhon – Bite Size Happiness: Volume 1
Taking time off from work is both a blessing and a curse. I’ve taken long weekends where by the final day I am ready to head back to the office and get back to work. This compulsive urge of needing to work has been with me my entire life. My parents’ generation of immigrants, my ethnic heritage, my upbringing all contributed to my strong work ethic. I was quite surprised when recently all of this changed. It’s not that I’ve lost my work ethic or anything like that. I still work hard but I’ve also found other things to do with my time. One of the projects on this extended weekend was to de-clutter and the target was my collection of saved recipes. Like any other household item the strategy was brutally simple: keep or toss. It didn’t take long to determine that most of the recipes I’d been keeping for possible future meals would be tossed. Here’s some of the things that you learn about yourself while de-cluttering your recipe collection:
- I had saved recipes and old newspaper clippings since 1976.
- I never used any of those recipes.
- I’ve known for a long time that what I cook and eat currently is a lot different than what I used to cook and eat. Most of the saved recipes are dishes that I would not cook now.
- An entire folder of pork and lamb recipes got tossed. I eat pork on rare occasions and can’t even remember the last time I had lamb.
- Groupings of old newspaper articles eventually became cookbooks for their authors. I have these same recipes in the cookbooks from the same authors in my cookbook collection. Why did I keep the old clippings?
- Thinning out the cookbook collection is next on the de-clutter list.
I was literally tossing out everything until I found this:
At first I didn’t recognize what I was holding in my hand. It took a few minutes to realize I was holding an old recipe that was written in my Father’s handwriting. After this discovery the pace of my purge slowed. I didn’t want to accidentally discard a cherished memory.
Memories hidden from view that were here with me waiting to be uncovered and woven back into my story. Have I ever mentioned my Father was one hell of a cook?
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There’s 3 or 4 others which I’ll also preserve on this blog. With one lone exception: Dad’s Char Siu recipe. This is what Derek has been searching for but couldn’t find. He’s gonna have to pay up for it!