It would help if I could read my own handwriting. I guess that's the downside of sneaking off to the restroom to hastily toss off a few written-against-the-wall notes.

Rarely organized enough to carry an actual notebook, my version of note-taking frequently relies upon any usable slip of paper that I've tucked inside my wallet: a dry cleaning voucher, a Target receipt, a half-filled Post-it Note, a dollar bill.

One particular set of chicken scratchings would have challenged even the most seasoned Egyptologist, but I finally decyphered what I'd dashed out so many months ago, and it reads something like, "Wow, best dish I've tasted this month." I amassed quite a few reactions like that in 2012. Read all about them: