Remember when I was writing about organizing all of my photo files into date-specific folders? My obsessive-compulsive tendencies paid off yesterday when Jen mentioned that she couldn’t find her recipe card for galettes—the one she’d transcribed from an index card at her dad’s house, written in her grandmother’s handwriting. We happened to be at my desk, and within one minute I’d drilled into the December 2005 folder on the server and found that I’d taken pictures of that index card on the 26th, the day we found the box in her Dad’s cupboard.  

I don’t know what I’m more excited about—the fact that everything is organized, or the possibility of fresh galettes.

Date posted: December 10, 2020 | Filed under family | Leave a Comment »

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