The 4th of July is just around the corner; there will be get-togethers, picknicks and BBQ’s. What do we provide to eat? What do we bring? I always try to offer a side salad, but somehow it never turns out right. How do you serve a salad for lots of people and make it look good for hours? I made a mixed salad and served it in a big bowl. It looked nice for a while until people started to dig in; tossing and turning, trying to get what they liked -leaving behind a mess that nobody wanted anymore.
Writing our weekly shopping list is not my favorite thing to do. Once again I was sitting there between cookbooks and recipe cards, trying to come up with some ideas for a balanced or not so balanced meal plan.
One day my husband came home with two little folding tables, at least that’s what I thought they were. I put one in our living room, right beside the window and used it for some of my favorite plants, the other one went in our bedroom and was used for magazines and books. They were just the right size.
What one thing are you really glad you did yesterday?
I tried a recipe that I didn’t want to cook at first, because it just didn’t sound right. A good friend had sent it to me and yesterday I finally decided to make it, just so that she would leave me alone.
A kid asked the other day, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?”
“We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,” I informed him. “All the food was slow.”
I hated Thanksgiving for so many years. It was my nightmare Holiday and I was always glad when it was over. Thanksgiving is a cruel Holiday when you don’t have family left; it makes you feel like an outsider looking in.
I have a very good friend, she and I go way back. She is African American and one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am tall, blonde, with blue eyes and freckles, she is a dark skinned Goddess and the poster child for the word “petite”. We are quiet a pair.
This was a time consuming prompt, since I had to write page one and two of my biography first, so I could finally make it to page three (yeah right).
Cooking is my passion and standing in the kitchen, with Dean Martin singing in the background and cooking for friends and family, brings joy into my heart. I learned cooking from the best cook I have ever known, my Grandmother. She could make delicious meals out of nothing, she never used a recipe and she taught me the true meaning of important measurements like “a little bit” and the most most important one “to taste”.