My mom was a great cook, but didn't do it often enough. Where do I start; I mean, all of the following were fabulous: baked beans, home-made bread, date filled cookies, all kinds of fruit pies, pasties, chili, boiled dinner, meat and potatoes, stews, soups, waffles, short ribs, chicken noodle soup, chicken and dumplings, spaghetti with meat sauce, lasagna, home-made cheese macaroni, stuffed and breaded butterfly shrimp, all things tuna, etc., I could go on. And which one do I pick as my favorite; all of the above. And her bread stuffing for turkey beat mine any day of any week. My bird is better though. She loved to cook on an old, cast iron wood stove, located in our back yard. Her steaks and chops though, well, let's just say that there are work-boot soles that are more tender
. But that wasn't her fault entirely. My step-father only ate meat well-done, what a shame.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North