An intimate understanding of a culture is found in learning about foreign ingredients and why and how they’re put together. It’s one aspect of a people’s place in the world that you can’t take away from it, never blow up.
If you ask me what to do about a hangover, I’ll suggest you might want to look up a cure under invalid cooking.
I’ve always thought I should make my own plum pudding but I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that it calls for suet. I love suet. It is my version of Proust’s madeleine–not as classy, I know, but just as evocative a memory, recalling my mom’s Sunday roast beef dinner cooked with a healthy slab of suet on top that kept the meat moist and added a rich flavor of its own. I just couldn’t see it playing any part in a cake.
I wasn’t thinking YEAH! LET’S DO IT!! But he sounded so excited. My child still wants to be with his mom, thinks she’s cool. CRAP.
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.
I would have gotten this posted when it was actually Wednesday but my dog died and I’m a little befuddled. I’m going to make onion soup and hope you enjoy this post! https://icantbelieveididthis.blog/recipe-wednesday!-what-i-cooked-for-my-lovers