When it comes to using recipes, I'm old-school.
No reading from my laptop, tablet or smartphone. For my kitchen counter, it's paper, all the way.
Cookbooks, sure. But I also rely upon the stash of recipes I've accumulated over the years, most of them clipped from the dead-tree edition of this newspaper. There are probably 100 of them, and they're stuffed (with no thought to organization) into a well-worn file folder, one that's usually wedged between copies of Dorie Greenspan's "Baking From My Home to Yours" and Lynne Rossetto Kasper's "The Italian Country Table" in our kitchen library.
Two that automatically come to mind this time of year hail from Seattle chef Tom Douglas. Ever since I interviewed him in 2012 — the occasion was the release of his terrific "The Dahlia Bakery Cookbook" — I've come to associate Douglas with cold weather.
Well, his versions of cream of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, anyway, and their connection to a powerful sense memory of mine.
They're a callback to the frigid February weekends of my Brooklyn Center childhood, when Mom would supervise the bundling-up process, open the back door and utter what were surely three of her favorite words: "Go play outside."
Once allowed to return indoors, I was often treated to her foolproof strategy for warming me up from the inside out: the enduring combination of cream of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.
This was the early 1970s, so comfort invariably came directly from a can, either Campbell's, or the Red Owl generic equivalent.