I have a problem. . .and I hear admitting it is the first step in solving it.
I love recipes, cooking magazines and cookbooks. The irony is I only have a passing interest in cooking (I'm no foodie). It's the kind of interest that lies in having to prepare meals for my family or we'll go hungry. I guess I sort of enjoy it 9 months of the year - one more reason to hate summer - heating up the kitchen when it's already fires-of-hell hot. What I do like doing is eating. My collection shows the kind of cook I am. . .fast, 30 minutes or less, semi-homemade, freezer pleasers, pre-prep, easy, no-frills, down home, comfort food kinda cookin'. Me and my slow-cooker have a close relationship in the cold months. The grill and I have a love-hate in the heat.
My problem comes from I'll clip almost anything that sounds good - I have a pretty decent sense of what should taste good just from reading a recipe. For the most part I've succeeded there; there are always a couple, "Well, this didn't work." I'm also a strict recipe follower. It annoys the crap out of me when people want me to add more of this or that. I can alter things once I've followed the recipe, but it needs to be followed once to see if it's any good. Chances are, though, if it's good, I'm not touching it.
All this leads to the picture below. . .a giant binder of recipes I've printed, snipped, cut and generally collected. Behind the binder is my collection of cookbooks - though that's only a portion. My pantry has a full shelf dedicated to cooking magazines and other cookbooks. I rotate seasonal ones and keep my baking and specialty cookbooks in there. The good side is I use a large portion of my collection. The bad part. . .if I make a good recipe, especially from my magazines or this printed mess, I forget where it is.