My mom was born and raised on a Central Illinois farm and came from a LONG LONG line of extremely talented cooks. My mom was known as an INCREDIBLE cook for as long as I can remember and had the cooking skills to prove it. Every meal we had when I was a kid was huge and full of amazing food! Unfortunately, it was my sister that picked up all that talent from my mom. I have discovered in recent years, however, that I CAN cook, and in fact, I'm quite good at it. The talent was there in my genes...it just needed to be encouraged!
My favorite things to cook
Italian and Mexican food are my favorites! Anything "down home" or "comfort food" brings me right back to my childhood. One of these days, I'm going to attempt my most favorite meal my mom made when we were kids....fried chicken, real mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, carrots with brown sugar butter, noodles, and apple pie....and that was a typical evening meal for us!!
My favorite family cooking traditions
Christmas...my mom always brought out the GOOD china and cooked prime rib as part of a 5 course meal.
Also...my mom was the "room mother" for every class I was in in Elementary School. I was guaranteed something amazing to bring in for our treat for class parties. I remember for Valentine's day one year, my mom made each student a heart shaped cookie frosted them, then piped on their name and some other fancy decoration on the edge of the cookie. No one could believe it! They were pretty amazing cookies. (and my mom did stuff like that for me to take to school ALL THE TIME!)
My cooking triumphs
The day I made something not out of a box and it tasted FANTASTIC! It was honey lime chicken sandwiches with avocado, tomato, green onion, romaine lettuce and salsa verde. That was the day I decided that maybe I really could cook and that my sister didn't really end up with all the cooking talent in my family.
My cooking tragedies
Well, one time, I tried to make tortilla pie. I prepared the dish, then popped it in the oven on my way to take a shower. After my shower, I couldn't find my underwear to put on. I knew I had brought them with me...but they weren't there. All the other clothes I had brought with me were there, but there were no underwear in sight! On my way back into the bedroom to try to locate the underwear, I noticed smoke coming from the oven....apparently, when I put the tortilla pie in the oven, my underwear had fallen out of the stack of clothes I had in my arms to take with me to the bathroom. Needless to say, my underwear burnt up in the oven and I didn't even attempt to try the tortilla pie. I guess that side dish of underwear did all our appetites in! No wonder I was certain I didn't get any of those cooking genes from my mom!