The son recently told me that he tasted his first burrito in a small storefront restaurant on Fourth Avenue. He and his friends were out gallivanting, up to no good, which can make fifteen year old boys very hungry and grateful to find a restaurant still open pass their curfew. That first burrito was buried under a salsa verde and he can still taste its fresh savory heft.
Last night I made them for the eldest but we all sat around the table too long and I wasn’t into writing until 2 AM to make my deadline.
Mom heard what went into a dish and immediately knew not only how to cook it but how it should taste, a talent she expected everyone to have and was appalled when she found otherwise.
About that recipe I gave yesterday–that so sucked!
Unlike nearly everyone else in the food world, I’m not an expert cook, an investigative journalist, an intriguing theorists, an anthropologist or historian.
I’m going to take a very educated guess and say you may be a little anxious if not distressed right now. Here to the rescue is Recipe Monday! High Anxiety Chocolate Mousse Pie
I watched the snow fall on Saturday and wished I could go sledding. It’s horrifying to me that the last time was when my oldest son was around four years old and we lost control and rammed right into a lamp post.