Food… I think I could write volumes about food. I love food. I love to eat food. I love to smell food. I love to taste food. I DON’T necessarily love to COOK food. I think that stems from my lack of confidence in my cooking abilities. Of course being married to someone who went to chef school might have something to do with that lack of confidence.
It’s horrible to admit but I actually kind of like it when I find something that I can cook that my kids like more than the way my husband cooks it. Must be from the years of him telling me how to make stuff. I for a while just kind of stopped cooking altogether.
I think that’s why I cook Italian a lot. The kids seem to like whatever I cook Italian better than what hubby does. The kids will eat it and it makes me feel good. I think he gets a little jealous but he shouldn’t be because EVERYTHING else who cooks is better. I think he should just let me have my one little thing, right?
And there are some things that my mom cooks that no one seems to be able to do better. Her fried chicken and Charlie bread are two things that I have never seen anyone duplicate. Hubby gets close on the fried chicken and I might get close on the Charlie Bread but we can’t equal hers. My kids love her roast beef and veggies too. Hubby has been trying to equal that for years but isn’t quite there.
There are LOTS of things that hubby cooks that no one can touch. His macaroni and cheese and his peach cobbler are the bomb. I tell people all the time that I married him for his cobbler and mac n’ cheese. They don’t believe me. You know that movie line “You had me at hello”? Well, he had me at mac n’ cheese and cobbler. He actually made them for our wedding rehearsal dinner!
His cream puffs are to die for! They are so good that the first time he made them I swore he bought them at a professional bakery. I could not believe anyone could make something that tasty and fantastic at their house! They are my mom’s favorite too. I think she could eat a half dozen at one sitting. I’m not kidding! All of his desserts are mouth watering. Red velvet cake, carrot cake, Boston crème cake, pecan pie, anything you can imagine I think he could probably make.
The biggest “problem” is that when hubby gets something on his mind that he wants to “perfect” he will make it over and over and over. I know. I’m horrible to complain. But please, just ask my kids about the summer of chicken and dumplings. They were literally BEGGING… “no more chicken and dumplings….PLEASE!” And once I remember him throwing away I think it was 6 chocolate pies because he left out an ingredient in the end that made them “shinier”… had nothing to do with the taste. They would have tasted wonderful, they just would not have had that
sheen to them when you cut them. And when he was perfecting his meringue I think he made a couple of pies every couple of days. Our neighbors used to ask if they could just go through our garbage for his throwaways!
I have to confess that this past week I’ve had a little obsession of my own. My mother and father gave me squash and cucumbers when I was up there a couple of weeks ago. I made the squash at the beginning of the week and I told my mom I made it and she asked me if I made “squash patties” with the left overs. Say huh?
I’d never heard of squash patties. My mom gave me the recipe and I made them that same evening. Good googa mooga they were some of the most scrumptious things I’ve ever put in my mouth! Probably not the healthiest things in the world since they were fried, not once but twice but they sure were good! They are reminiscent of hush puppies but made with squash! I would give you the recipe right here and now except I had scrawled it on the back of a letter and I left it on the counter and I’m thinking someone thought it was trash and threw it out! When I find it I
will share it.