I can’t remember not cooking. Or a love of food.
Growing up there was always a home cooked meal at dinner time. Eating out was a pure luxury and treat. Of course, back in those days, there wasn’t a restaurant or fast food joint on every corner. And, I’m not sure it would have been in the budget for a family of 5.
My Mom didn’t use a lot of recipes either. I guess that’s how I picked up on how to mix things up and make it my own. Plus, we used what we had. Most years I do remember having a garden and lots of fresh veggies.
I didn’t grow up with a Grandmother. Both of them had passed away long before I was born but I didn’t have a great aunt “Ti” who had helped to raise my Dad.
She lived in a little house in Peach Orchard, AR and it was always fun to go stay with her when I could during the summer. The house had no inside plumbing. But we always had a good time. Walking to the store and getting what I wanted.
I don’t remember the brand, but we always got a boxed pizza mix, plus of course cake mix. One mishap I do remember though was trying to bake play dough. That didn’t work and my gosh, what a smell.
Although I am willing to try most foods at least once, there are some limits. Tongue was served on our last cruise and no way did I want it.
Seafood, dark chocolate and coffee are a few of my favorite things.