I flipped through an old journal and saw some recipes that I wrote down during a phase when I was trying to convince Mike that we had to get this stuff down on paper, his cooking was so exquisite. We had bantered about the idea of doing a cookbook; he would create the food and I’d help figure out the recipes and do the photography.
Of course, life with young children and running two businesses forced us to put the idea on hold.
And now I mourn our cookbook that will never be.