I’ve got a whole stack of old cards in a drawer that’s more sacred than any spreadsheet. I don’t worry about losing one because I make a new copy and put them in a leather folder, then guard that folder like a family heirloom. A digital tracker might keep your pantry neat, but it can’t feel the smell of a peppercorn being crushed or the thrill of finding a card that says “Grandma’s secret borscht.” Stick to the cards if you want a true culinary adventure; if you need the last gram, at least remember that the spices you’re counting were once hand‑picked by a grandmother, not a database.