I'm a Catholic Priest who cooks his own meals. I collect cookbooks (about 500 at this point - mostly from yard sales - community/ethnic CB's being my favorite). I read them like most people read novels.
A darn good mac and cheese and/or meatloaf and/or red beet egg receipe I'm still searching for (email@example.com). I have three beagles that love my mistakes. I'm a lousy housekeeper! Support the SPCA.
My favorite things to cook
Anything with new combinations of flavor. Classic southern receipes (I'm a transplant from KY to PA). Love good biscuits with sausage gravey (sp). Hate the work involved!
My favorite family cooking traditions
I have three:
Mom always said her stuffing at T-Giving was lousy. She baked cornbread and toasted white bread the day before, then let it go stale. She sauted onion/celery and? the next day and added little else. I'd love to have the receipe again!
Carmella Bread Pudding: She sent me a battered recepie she cut from The Louisville Courier and Times MANY MANY years ago. I'd really like to find the complete receipe.
A GERMAN COOKIE:
Mom called it "Spring-lE." It used a mold, had a crunchy crust, soft center, and and anise flavor. She also sent me receipe, but it was a combination of three different receipes that I just didn't understand. She sent bakery bought cookies last Christmas, just so I had them (I didn't know til I went home this summer).
My cooking triumphs
Served the Archbishop of Philadelphia a meal cooked by my own hand for a party of 25.
Alas, he had other places to go, and simply blessed the meal. That's alright. More for the rest of us. (If he'd had dinner, I'd be cooking at the Vatican!) Well, at least in my own mind.
My cooking tragedies
Five years ago. Christmas Day. I was in Louisville. I assumed my brother would thaw the ham I had sent as a present. No! Mom and I both assumed he would take care of Christmas dinner. No! Mom and I traveled the surrounding area trying to find SOMETHING. No! So I pulled from the freezer/pantry and did the best I could with pasta, frozen veggies, and canned tuna. We didn't go to bed hungry, but Christmas it wasn't. YUK it was.