I really don’t think about nutritional values. I mean, I try to be healthy–I haven’t eaten fast food, Twinkies, or processed meat in years. Wait, that statement is unethical, too! I love hot dogs. I eat one every week and they ain’t the vegan kind, either.
My aunt is of the opinion that if you don’t know how to make a proper omelet then you can, in no way, claim to be a knowledgeable cook.
At one point in Afghanistan, Sam told Ruben his idea for starting a food truck. Ruben filed his idea away as something for him to circle back to when they got back home.
I’m incredible with savory recipes and a disastrous dunce with sweets, particularly anything baked. This is the reason why it took me about a year and a half to attempt to bake my mom’s 1 2 3 4 cake.
It’s currently 95 degrees, feels like 98 according to my weather app. October 2, 95 degrees. Not going to say a thing about climate change. I don’t really feel like cooking but it’s Recipe Wednesday and I have to come up with something.
The women would point out there’s a world going to hell in a hand basket right outside my door and I have no significant troubles to contrast them to.
In service to all the klutzy cooks out there I will embarrass myself and pass my pie fixes on to you!