As I scanned my cookbook shelves for the volume that held the recipe for what I wanted to make for dinner last night, I had a flashback to slices from last year. Several people stacked books so that the titles on their spine told a story or made a poem. As my ingredients lay scattered on the counter, I started pulling volumes that might work together. As the pile starting growing on the dining room table, I stood back, rearranged, re-stacked and stood back again. I did that so many times it occurred to me that I was editing my pile much as I would a slice! I found I could keep rephrasing the titles together to tell even a different story.
A little self-serving spine-note: As I scanned the pile that was arranged, I realized that from the many cookbooks in my collection, I had pulled three cookbooks that are close to my heart. These three I had worked on and marketed as fundraisers for non-profit organizations for which I had been a part. I guess these old friends just naturally fit into my life and my just-for-fun stacking story.