The most surprising part of my marriage thus far has been the advent of Tiffany-the-Cook. Everyone (including myself) was convinced that my husband James would be the family chef, because this girl couldn’t even cook eggs.
When my sister gave me a perfectly inspiring recipe binder, for all the recipes I received at my bridal showers, no one suspected it’d get much use. (Except from James, perhaps.)
But now? I. Am. Obsessed.
I text my sister every other day saying how much I love the recipe binder! And then whenever I need to de-stress, I spend an hour sorting through it and organizing. (Perhaps that’s because I love spreadsheets, and this binder is like an attractive-looking, tactile version of one.)
Tiffany Dawn 