I'm a retired social worker supervisor, finally pursuing my passion, art. Never looked back and never been happier. And I'm one of those mid-lifer who came by my cooking skills due to having a mom who made certain we were all great cooks before we graduated high school.
My favorite things to cook
My favorite thing to cook? Let's change that to "bake" and we've got a deal. Anything I can bake will make me and those around me very happy. Again, thanks to Mother. The one exception? Keep reading...
My favorite family cooking traditions
Mother was ALWAYS at home when we returned from school. My favorite cooking tradition centers around knowing the house would smell terrific when we got home. We'd race to the kitchen to find something just for us, hot from the oven, and miraculously just the right amount for the five of us and the many stray friends we'd bring home with us. Did I mention I consider myself so very blessed?
My cooking triumphs
My weekly goal is to have an empty refrigerator. This means I used everything I bought and composted all the kitchen scraps. I shiver at the amount of wasted food our society tends to throw out whether due to lack of planning or because it got lost in the back of the fridge. When it is getting close, we make "Vegetable Bin Surprise"...aka vegetable soup. Not much of a "triumph" in the traditional sense of the term, but it has been a personal goal for a few years.
My cooking tragedies
Ah yes....About twenty years ago, I was making giant cookies for my staff. Well, it seems I cooled them on the very same marble counter I had used to smash garlic for a stir fry earlier that evening. OK, OK, I got it. I goofed up. However, it seemed to be worthy of bringing up over and over for the next ten years. It was a cooking tragedy but a professional success in that I finally understood why my husband kept reminding me "You cannot make friends with your staff...it just never works". Did I mention I'm now retired?