I've been severely disabled for many years, and live alone. I have no car and hardly ever leave home. It's hard to cultivate new friends that way! I'd like to meet some good folks who can speak with me in English. I don't mind speaking Spanish, but I'll never be good at it. Doing it all the time makes my brain feel like it's frying sometimes! I've been in Mexico over 15 years, and love it here. Many good people.
I'm also an author, and love reading as well as writing.
I can be contacted at a yahoo e-mail account named hollybergeim. Use Holly in the subject line; I'll delete all the rest.
Though I love to cook, my pain makes it very difficult to do so. Sometimes a meal will take me 5-6 hours! I can't be on my feet more than a couple of minutes without support - a distinct bummer.
I'd like to meet some people who live in the area nearby.
My favorite things to cook
Better to ask what I DON'T like to cook! I'm constantly thinking up new recipes and making text files of them on my PC. I'd love to share them, and other "foodie lore" with local people.
I'm an inveterate recipe-changer. I can't seem to leave a recipe alone (there ARE exceptions, though). I'm always asking myself, "what can I DO to make this even better?"
My favorite family cooking traditions
My mother was a great cook, even if not a very inspired one. She cooked in a mixture of German and American styles. All of it good, but the lack of variety made me into an addictive foodie - I love international foods, and often concoct my own recipes that mix cuisines - like taco-filled wontons.
My cooking triumphs
I have had quite a few, but feel no need of boasting. I make no point of remembering a triumph more than a few days after blissing out on one.
My cooking tragedies
Oh, I've had a few of those! The worst, I think, was when I grabbed a bottle of vanilla instead of Liquid Smoke (they are almost the same size and look a little similar) - and used it to flavor meat I was barbecuing on the grill. There was no salvation for the meat. A total catastrophe. As bad as the legendary time when my mother mixed up the tubes and brushed her teeth with my brother's Clearasil... Gak.
I've had tragedies that I turned into victories, though, like the time my chocolate mousse just REFUSED to set. So I added some beaten egg and just froze it. Best chocolate ice cream I ever had!