I'm not at all hungry and I really don't like cooking when I have no desire to eat anything I cook, but I have to do it.
My mom probably felt that way most of the time when I was growing up because while she ate with the family, she hardly ate anything, and when I was old enough she left cooking up to me.
Tonight I'm making pork chops -- nothing exceptional, just fried chops, no coating, just a little EVOO in the pan and some spices added to the EVOO, then I put in the seasoned pork chops and brown them on each side, cover them, and lower the heat and cook for 15 more windows.
I'll add some peas, a salad, and some mashed potatoes (Bob Evans, not my own).
This dinner will have me recalling a steamy kitchen in the summer and the closeness of all six of us sitting and eating dinner at that table in that tiny kitchen.
ttfn
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
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