N is wonderful, no doubt about it. But then--- to be fair- you are also wonderful,and do many nice things for him, if the following posts are an indication. (written with slightly suggestive, perhaps even lewd expression, on my face)
I'd rather talk about food than sex. Probably because I can have as much of the latter as I like and very little of the former.
My mother's idea of a salad was a lettuce wedge, too. Maybe that was considered elegant-- our moms seem to come from the same time period-- was your mom raised in New England by any chance? And we didn't get French dressing, we got something called Copper Pennies- a sweet and sour, tomato-soup-based dressing with carrot slices in it.
I tried it once on the boys and they hated it.
Last night I made My Mother's Chicken.
I decided that since I can eat fat fat fat on this diet- (on which, incidentally, I haven't lost another pound in the last week) I would use chicken breasts with skin. They were really cheap; I guess no one buys them this way any more. I hadn't realized I was paying someone several dollars to tear a loose piece of skin off a piece of chicken. I'm ashamed, and have vowed to take over that job myself.
Anyway, all my mother used to do was lay a few onion slices on the pieces, salt and pepper them, and cut some butter pieces over them. Bake.
They turned out incredible. I haven't eaten chicken skin in probably 20 years.
We have forgotten why our mothers were great cooks! It was because they let food speak for itself. I've noticed this on the diet. The food allowed is all unprocessed, very basic, very rich.
I had never tasted an avocado until I was 21 years old. But my mother's standing rib roast and Yorkshire pudding were truly works of art. I have never even cooked a rib roast- the price scares me- what if I screw it up???
We were terribly spoiled- my mother used to not only make our sandwiches, but take the crusts off them and cut them into little wedges and squares. The flip side of that, though, is that she controlled everything about our lives.
Everything. It's a wonder I was able to ever leave home and survive; I am positive she thought I wouldn't. I went off ot college having never made a bed, cooked a meal, done a load of laundry or cleaned a toilet.
I think that's why I try to give the boys what seems to me to be so much freedom in their choices.
I do their laundry, though. It's selfish; I LOVE to do laundry. |
