At some point it's time to gather all those Post-It's stuck to the inside of cupboards, the hand written notes jammed hastily into drawers, the binders exploding with recipes past, organize and begin sharing the best of them.
A week ago we were complaining that the air conditioner no longer worked. This morning I was hunting for scarves and sweaters and autumn-weather coats. A beautiful time of year, with the leaves beginning to change and explosions of yellow and orange and red debris blowing up from street's edges in accordance with the ever changing wind.
Everyone I know has a special Chicken Soup Recipe. Either handed down from a parent or grandparent, shared from a sibling or friend, found in a cookbook (or online): a recipe that has evolved over the years. Just as mine has.
Looking for ideas that are new, yet old, I recalled a great barbecue chicken recipe I used to make -- but haven't for years. After hunting around and being unable to locate it, I called Linda, who through the years seems to have held on to all the various recipes I've played around with, usually jotted down on a random scrap of paper, now buried in a box ... somewhere.