Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Smells Of Home
Speaking of Mom, tonight I decided to attempt a recipie variation. Everyone knows how picky I am. But, there are times that I wished I sat in the kitchen when Mom was making dinner so I could not have to go without later in life. 15 years later - I'm missing her spaghetti, french toast, ultra-flat pancakes (she figured out recently that it was a crepe) and meatloaf. Spaghetti was always interesting for me because I loathe green bell peppers. Mom would either chop them really long and pull them out of the sauce later or chop them so small that I wouldn't notice. (This is the same woman that tricked me into believing that liver was just a really bland steak that needed ketchup -- figured that out when I was 22.) Anyhow, I've always knew something was missing from making spaghetti and tonight threw big slices of the bell peppers in. Of course, I yanked them out after cooking. I realized two things... I only needed half of the bell peppers because it is a very strong flavor and that it really does remind me of home. Now for the other recipies.