Post #513 Random Thoughts

November 3, 2016 at 2:01 PM | Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off on Post #513 Random Thoughts

It’s been a while.  I’ve been cooking and working and writing and taking care of the house and dogs and guests and life in general.  Along the way, random thought crop up and I think “Oh, I should blog about that.”  But it’s not enough to write an entire post about so the thought sort of goes away.  So here’s a small collection to let you know I haven’t forgotten about you.

You’ve all read about how my mom taught me how to cook by handing me a cookbook and saying “Anyone who can read can cook.”  She told me to pick a recipe and we’d get started.  I chose a cake I loved at the time and still love today, yellow cake with chocolate frosting.  I made one just a week ago.  She had me read the recipe through a few times and then made me gather all the ingredients and utensils.  After I had them all set out on the kitchen table, she said “Which one is the teaspoon?”  I showed her the smallish spoon that we usually ate cereal with.  “Uh huh.  And the tablespoon?”  I showed her what we in our family always referred to as the “big spoons”, larger than the cereal spoons.  She struggled to keep from laughing.  Then handed me the measuring spoons explaining what they were.  “Oh,” I said.  I reached for a coffee cup.  “So this isn’t a measuring cup, is it?”

I was hurrying through the store recently getting something for a customer when I was stopped by a lady.  “It’s you!” she said.  I smiled, “Yup, been me my whole life.”  “You were the one who told me how to cook brats.”  I remembered instantly.  “Searing them then put ’em in the oven?”  “It worked like a charm.”  She held up another package of brats. “It’s the only way I cook them now.  The whole family likes them.”  I’m glad she liked it.

A friend told me recently “I found your blog!”  “Oh, did you like it?”  “I loved it.  You’re so funny and the way you talk about cooking makes it sound so easy.”  “Well, it is easy in most cases.  People just think it’s complicated.”  “I know.  Somewhere after the tenth post I decided I could be a gourmet cook.”

At the store, we had a sale on vegetables.  One lady bought five one-pound bags of onions.  I asked her what she was going to do with them all.  They were mostly going to family.  “Want a good soup recipe?”  The weather had started to turn even though it was still warm.  She nodded.  “Take two pounds of onions and chop them up roughly.  Caramelize them in a large heavy pot, then sauté some chuck roast cut into half inch cubes.  Pour a gallon of water over it all and simmer for an entire afternoon.  The onions will disappear into the broth and create a sauce and the beef will get falling apart tender.  I serve it over noodles.”  “Don’t you add any seasonings or anything?”  I shook my head.  “Taste it at the end and add whatever you like, but taste the beef and onion flavor first.  I think you’ll like it better.”  She came a week later to tell me her family had gone crazy over it.  I love a good recipe.

Every once in a while, my younger brother could be found wandering around the house with a spoon sticking out of his mouth.  “What are you doing?” would always be answered with “Eating a peanut butter sandwich with no bread.”

I learned to cook with no kitchen machines and did everything by hand.  I went over to a friend’s house one Saturday afternoon to find his wife making chocolate chip cookies.  He was excited since he loved chocolate chip cookies.  I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and glanced at her workspace.  My eyebrows drew together in bemusement.  She was making her cookie batter in a blender.  I’d never seen that before, but apparently it worked.

During a sale at the store a while back, a certain popular brand of ice cream was on sale.  A retired lady came up with that brand but not the sale amount.  I mentioned that she could get more at the sale price if she like but she declined.  “I don’t eat this stuff very much.” she said.  I nodded.  “I’m not a big ice cream fan, either.” I replied.  “I only eat it once a year,” she said, then continued at my puzzled look. “Mom’s favorite ice cream was chocolate chip.  Now she’s gone, every year the sisters all call each other to share memories and eat her favorite ice cream.”  I told her I was stealing that story for my writing.  Turns out she and her husband are both professional writers.  She checks out my blog once in a while now.

Enjoy

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