Good Morning
We have bright sunshine and humidity. There seems to have been a light rain overnight. I believe we will be humid until frost. Yesterday I talked about personal memories. Today I have food. Why not? When I said Mark often says he won the lottery, in full disclosure, it's after dinner. The man loves food. He really does. Five meals from last week, each one had him nearly levitating. One would think he was starved as a child. I did expand his horizons with herbs, spices and variety. He grew up on a dairy farm in SW Minnesota, in a family of ten children during the 1950s. Often pasta is a way I use leftover protein, it makes a completely different meal. A fritta comes in handy when I have no idea what to make. A quick and flavorful meal in no time. I am all about ease these days. Long gone are the days of my attempting to cook my way through Le Cordon Bleu At Home.
This was obviously before I decided to emerge myself in horse farm life. After I left my job in property management and had time at home. Before barn clothes and muck boots. That was a looooong time ago. Before I was telling stallions to put it away, before I knew what winking meant with a mare. One year, souffles, the next manure piles! I don't think I've ever known moderation.
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I'm guessing he grew up on sturdy, nourishing, filling, dull food! Best you can do with a big family.
His mother was very good at penny pinching. Food was dull, but he seemed to be properly nourished. For some reason he became quite food centric.
I'm not sure if I've ever known of even met a woman who liked to cook. Certainly NOT AT THE LEVEL OF THOSE DISHES. (sorry, capslock again)
"put it away"? Winking? Baffles me, for sure.
I grew up in a Swedish-American household where meals were as plain and bland as could be. White sauce or cheese sauce on a lot of veggies. Butter or gravy on potatoes. Salt was rarely used--only on fried eggs, as I recall. Pepper was too spicey. Lots of baked goods, though. Even our cookies were mostly plain cream colored. My mother's spaghetti was hamburger, tomato soup, and noodles. Goulash was hamburger, tomato soup, and different noodles--ROFL! I am amazed by your cooking, too. ;) Even if I have expanded my knowledge a bit over the decades--LOL!
Rita, I think you know St. Paul was more like an eastern city with its ethnic neighborhoods when we were young. My mother hated to cook, but there were many restaurants. My mother did make a great lasagna and tomato sauce. I like cooking.For the most part and I really used to like learning techniques. I did not grow up with what seems to be the predominant food of parts of the state. I never heard the word 'hot dish' until I was an adult! My mother love heat in her food and we often went to the West Side for authentic Mexican. That was the predominant culture there. She got that from when we lived in San Diego.
AC, really? It's a different form of creativity as I see it. Some people knit, paint, sculpt. I cook! Some people do all of the other and cook. I just cook.
No wonder your food looks like a fancy place to eat!
Far Side, that's a nice thing to say. Thank you.
I had to look up winking and I can hear you laughing. Your husband did indeed win the lottery:)
I love the look of your food dishes and descriptions. You are right some people like to cook and me.... an empty fry pan scares me and most of the time, I just plop stuff on a plate.
Cooking for the soul!
LOL.
If meals were there for me to microwave, I'd be happy.
Winking. We still call that out when we see a mule molly in heat. Winking and chomping, such telltale signs.
We bred a donkey to mares, so I get that and it makes me laugh!
Pixie, I didn't know if anyone would really want me to describe it. Put it away isn't too hard to figure with a stallion. 😉 A local sports writer many years ago talked about being at the stable where Secretariat was. He and a group of other reporters were standing outside when Secretariat was being led to the breeding shed. The reporter said, he's on the radio, every man there felt withered as the stallion pranced through the door. HA!
I knew you would know, Val. You develop a whole new vocabulary and subject matter when life revolves around equine reproduction!
We all have our interests and passion. Winking mares and dropping stallions were one of mine. Now it's a memory. One I cherish but no longer miss. Cooking gives instant gratification!
Fun post! I too had to look up some terms. 😊
CheerfulMonk, I'm sure you did! You learned something new which you will never need.
Getting creative with leftovers is definitely a craft and your way of thinking, Sandra, is similar to my own with rice vs pasta added. Frittatas are my go to meal when veggies need to be used up, add a side salad and dinner’s ready.
Dorothy, sometimes the leftover meal is better than the original! Frittatas are so good and so simple.
Wow, lovely food and an interesting life. You should write a book!
e, I think it would be called a short story, ending with "and so she mucked stalls forever after."
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