We’ve all had it happen. It probably makes you angry when it does, too. You’re sitting in the doctor’s office waiting room, thumbing through a magazine and find a picture of food that looks great, then when you turn to the recipe page it’s gone. It has been torn from the magazine leaving you dangling, never to know how to make the best tasting lamb stew known to man.
Is it stealing?
That magazine belongs to the doctor’s office, not the person in the waiting room, right?
Here’s the hard part to swallow. I hate it as much as the next person, yet…>she says in a tiny voice< I’ve been guilty of doing it.
Not all the time, mind you. No! I’m not a completely horrible person. But, occasionally…
Let me explain myself. When I’m at the dentist or the chiropractor’s offices, I am on a first name basis with the receptionists. If I find a magazine recipe I cannot live without, I stroll up to their desks, smile, and if they have a copy machine (which I know they have because I can see it right there behind them) I ask if I can get a copy of the recipe in question. They always grin back, gaze at the recipe, then gladly make two copies – including one for themselves – because I have found a recipe for the best tasting minestrone with chicken meatballs on the planet and they want to make it for dinner, just like I do!
However, I also belong to an HMO medical group. The waiting room is like an auditorium. The magazines are usually five to ten years old when you can find one. I’m not making excuses, believe me. I know it’s wrong to tear out recipes from magazines, because I try to do it surreptitiously, slip it into my purse, then look around to see if anyone caught me in the act. Guilty as charged! Just call me a horrible person. My rationale is that, well, this magazine has made it for five or ten years and the winter squash medley soup is still here. Does anyone but me really want it?
Sad excuses, I know.
The good news is I’ve reformed!
Yes, I rehabilitated myself from recipe snatching for several years. However, I recently fell off the wagon. I was sitting with my husband at my HMO waiting for a class on Advanced Medical Directives, when I spotted a fabulous looking Blueberry Cream Biscuits with Blueberry Sauce recipe. I told myself I shouldn’t do it, knew it was wrong, yet I showed the picture to my husband and he smiled. “Looks good,” he said.
“I shouldn’t,” I whispered, holding the page between my fingers, looking longingly at the yummy photograph of golden biscuits with juicy blueberry dots scattered across the dome.
I searched in my purse for a pen and a notepad. Couldn’t find either. I looked stressfully at my husband, just as the facilitator of the educational class invited our group into the room. Panic set in. I might never get to make these biscuits! I’d always wonder how delicious they tasted!
In one quick rip, I tore the recipe from the magazine and stuffed it into my purse, praying that no one in the class saw me do it. Shame. On. Me.
Flog me now! I deserve it. I know.
You’re probably wondering how the blueberry biscuits turned out. Truth is, I don’t know yet because I haven’t made them. One thing I can guarantee though, when I do bake them, they will be eaten warm with a generous dollop of guilt.
Do you hate me now? Have you ever stolen a recipe? Do you still dream about that one recipe that got away because of some selfish recipe snatcher like me? Do tell.
Wishing you all the best,