dinner for my sweetie My mother cooked from the school of cream of mushroom soup-bound, cornflake-topped tuna noodle casseroles. Enough to make you teach yourself to cook at age 11. Muffins muffins and more muffins. Also russian style beef borscht, jewish chicken soup, and grainy pilafs. Puff pastry enroute to a Beef Wellington entree / Napoleons for dessert meal that was indeed my Waterloo. It was a tough slab of leaves more like shale than pastry. And try as I might, I am no more successful than anyone else at reproducing my grandmother's incredibly delicious apple pie.