The other day my Bro sent me a box with recipes, rolling pins, and cookbooks. The book on the left was my Mom's cookbook. She bought the middle one for me when I got married. I bought the one on the right for my Son when I sent him off to college.
I have been using the two on the right for years now. Most of the BASIC recipes are the same...mostly. But I find that I prefer to have MINE for most of my basics. Like pie crust, or waffles. THOSE recipes are committed to memory.
When I look at my Mom's cookbook, I notice it is pretty worn out like mine. The binder is broken and all the recipes are out of order. When I was looking through her recipe boxes, I found pages from her cookbook folded and stored in there. I would bet the holes were ripped for the binder and she was afraid she would lose it.
I have to say, I get it. I have been collecting cookbooks since I was around 22 years old. I have read them all like novels, cover to cover. It was like collecting knowledge. I would read a recipe that would stick in my head and later when I was making something else I would think..." I may not have everything for THIS recipe, but I remember in this other recipe the used (whatever) instead."
Today they have an App that you can put in what ingredients you have, and it will give you a list of things you can make from them.
But for me...I like having something to touch. That I can carry around and mull over.
They are my friends...they have helped me make many a yummy meal.
With many more to come.