Like so many other moms, I had to plan wisely for time to take part in my daughter's school activities. I was fortunate that I could take time off work to be there for her. Now that I've retired and can spend time with my grand babies, I never let an opportunity pass by without camera in hand. Guess that's what started my scrapbooking addiction. Family time, big cookouts and teaching the kids about the "unhurried" side of life is what I'm compelled to do.
My favorite things to cook
I love to bake. The wonderful aroma of a roast in the oven or something wonderful in the crockpot that wafts throughout the house and welcomes my husband when he comes home from work are my favorite things to cook. Being empty nesters I still find it difficult to cook for just the 2 of us. But then, I love being able to share with a neighbor or with the kids to help them with a meal after they've worked all day. Then there are the desserts; cakes, cookies, and pies.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Being an East Coast Tarheel I remember all the times my Gramma let me help in her kitchen from the time I could climb into a chair and onto the table to watch her every move. Those old traditions and downhome recipes are a big part of my life. Comforting soul food from the southland and now and then a crowd pleasing surprise I've cooked up from my collection of church based and women's league cookbooks.
My cooking triumphs
I once had a small catering business I ran out of my home. The menu choices were always popular, well suited to the event and although the work was hard and time consuming, the many compliments and rave reviews always made it worthwhile.
My cooking tragedies
I remember my first attempt at cooking a pot of Navy pea beans which was one of my favorites as a child. I was living several hundred miles away from my mother, the greatest cook in the world, and called and asked her how much milk you put into the beans to make the white sauce. She could never answer me because she was laughing so hard. When she was able to talk, she called back and told me the "milky looking sauce" came from cooking the beans until they were done and the "sauce" would be there. All I had to do was not let the water boil out of the beans! Everytime I cook them I remember that and still can picture my mother's face as she couldn't help but laugh at what I thought was her "miracle bean sauce"!