In the day—dinosaurs, frozen dinners in foil, and OMG, no microwave ovens—girls, generally, learned to cook watching and helping their moms prepare dinner. That was not the way I learned to cook because my mom was a feminist—of sorts—before feminism was made cool by women seeking attention for being women. Feminist or not, everyone should know how to prepare a meal; male or female, doesn’t matter. However, all that aside, at the tender and probably inappropriate age of 11, my mom handed me the Betty Crocker Cook Book and said, “Knock yourself out kid!”
To my dad’s relief, I didn’t burn down the house and I did learn to cook. Forty-three-years later, I not only cook, my dinners have spices, pizzazz, and taste nothing like the bland and somewhat difficult foods in the Crocker Cook Book. I’ve developed techniques for different things that once seemed impossible and have used old standard for those things that anyone “can do” if they have the “want-to” do them.
If you need “step-by-step” instructions, it‘s best to stick to Betty’s book, because I won’t go there. But anyone with the basics can make the meals that I make for my family with ease. Thinking outside the lines is the basis for making a meal that you and your family can enjoy, and those special times can be spent at home instead of a restaurant.
So let’s twist Betty up!!
Send with "recipe" in the subject line. Tell me what you've found that you don't like about it and I will zest it with zing to make it more flavorful for your family. Add your name--if you would like--and a little about where the recipe came from or a family tale about it, and your name will appear along side your story and what we did to make it a feast or nice repast for your family.
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