My freezer used to be a museum of unlabelled boxes. Now everything goes in as a single portion with a name and a date, and I can find dinner in under a minute.
Most recipes are written for four, and most of my dinners are for two. Halving sounds easy until you meet an egg, a tin of tomatoes or a cooking time. These are my notes.
Big bags of nuts and dried fruit are good value, but eating straight from them is a guessing game. On Sunday afternoons I divide one into small jars, and it takes ten minutes.
Rice grows. Everyone knows that, and yet I still manage to cook enough for an army. These are the numbers I finally wrote on a card and taped inside the cupboard door.
For years I cooked pasta by pouring it straight from the bag until it ‘looked right’. It never did. A cheap set of kitchen scales fixed that, and it’s why this notebook exists.