My husband’s favorite food is cereal. He could eat it for every meal and snack, with a little chocolate thrown in for good measure, and never get tired of it. Doesn’t allow me much room for creativity, does it?
Thankfully, he is willing to change it up at dinnertime and eat what I cook. Lucky for him, he can now get his vitamins from something other than the powdered ones sprayed on his Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
His second favorite food is shrimp, which was his only request for our wedding reception (after being told we couldn’t have a cereal bar). He loves them in any form (except jumbo) and any flavor, but loves them the most with a big helping of creamy grits.
I was inspired to make my own mayonnaise this weekend. Let me tell you, it was TOUGH ON THE FOREARM. You have to whisk, whisk, whisk, the whole time you are S-L-O-W-L-Y adding the oil. A cup and a half of oil didn’t seem like a lot to whisk at first, but I think it multiplied while I was working! The kitchen got a little shower of oil when I found out I’m not quite as coordinated with my left hand. It makes me wonder whether you could make it work in the ol’ Kitchenaid. I’m trying that next time.
We don’t really use much mayonnaise in my house, actually, I’m the only one who eats it and not that often. The husband has sworn it off, along with Chinese fast food and pretty much lunch altogether (it’s a lot like this). I don’t tell him it’s in the pimento cheese.
My Grandmother was green.
Not the Wicked Witch of the West, Elphaba Thropp kind of green, but the eco-friendly, earth-preserving kind of green. She kept her thermostat turned way down in the winter and way up in the summer (if on at all). She never let the water run while washing the dishes. She hung her clothes on a clothes line. She re-used plastic wrap and aluminum foil. She had a garden that grew a lot of her food. She used her coffee grounds and egg shells in her flower garden. And she never threw away food.