Haven't posted in little over a week - thought it was time to come back and pester yall a bit. This time around, my post is about something I cooked (I know, I know, about time!)
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday - all of us on this end surely did. We went to my mom's on Christmas for our traditional Christmas meal she always has for me, my sister and our families. This year, mom decided she no longer wanted to cook the Christmas
meal. She's been doing it for almost 50 years and is just tired of it (and with her age, some things are getting a bit harder to do.) So she designated my sister and I to cook a few meals a piece, that way we could determine who was in charge of the dinner
next year (not sure why we couldn't just do half and half every year but thats my mom for ya.) This was very exciting for the both of us, as mom has always been "the cook" of the house. I know a few of you read before that while growing up - none of us were
allowed to cook in mom's kitchen. It just didn't happen, much to my dismay.
I ended up fixing the baked ham, green bean casserole & a cheese ball dip (I'd planned to cook more but my sister insisted on doing the majority at the last minute.) I got up bright and early Christmas morning, got it all going and was over there by11.
The ham terrified me - it looked so dark and mom wanted to chastise me over the phone for not taking the skin off beforehand. I'd took a few tips I was given on here (keep the skin on, rub it with butter) so I was starting to second guess that.
Anyways, we arrived, got all the dishes ready and then it was time to dig in. My brother-in-law, the appointed yearly carver of both our turkeys and hams, started slicing it and the juices started running out all over the place. I mean pouring. Whenever
my mom cooked the ham in the past years, its always been pretty dry. We never say anything but needless to say, the expressions everyone had were awesome to see. I couldn't help but grin. But nothing beat once they started eating, the compliments didn't stop
and I was floating. I don't know exactly what I did but the ham was definitely the star of the meal (I wouldn't brag on myself like that as I'm not even a huge ham fan - but from what everyone else said, I take pride in saying that for once.)
A few hours later, mom pulled me to the side. She informed me that I would definitely be in charge next year; my sister took on so much and ended up overcooking most of it. Mom said she'd rather have me do it. That was the best Christmas present I've ever
gotten from her. I know it sounds silly to most but if you grew up not being allowed to cook because your mom just KNEW you'd screw it up, then turn around and have her appoint you as the new cook for the family; I can't explain the feeling but its pretty
Sadly I didn't get to take any pics of the main meal. The 12 lb ham was gone in less than two hours - but that's ok. The memory I now have in my head is better than any picture I could have taken. And for now - that's all she wrote :)