I enjoy cooking.
It reminds me of mom.
Which is why I had stopped cooking, for years, because it reminded me of mom.
Over time, I made myself get back in the kitchen. I needed to be reminded of mom. So I could be with her. So I could love her, in a new way.
She taught us how to cook.
Taught us how to clean, as we cooked, so as not to have a huge pile of dishes and mess when the food was done.
Great life lessons. Learning how to do, as the day gets on, so as not to have a huge mess to clean once the day ends….lol….
She made the best meat.
The kitchen, full of wonderful smells, beckoned me.
It took a long time, years, to get back to cooking. ‘Cept meat. Took quite a while to gather up the courage to cook meat. I detest meat that is under seasoned. Yep, hate, hate, hate under seasoned meat. So much so I hesitated to make it at all. I reasoned I did not want to waste said meat. So, I would make other things and long for some well-prepared meat. Went out for that.
Until, food prices were just too high to warrant eating out.
Drumming up some courage, I began to prepare different meat. Sure enough, some days I under seasoned. Other times, I over did it. Crap! Over time, I learned to get it ‘just so’.
Ah.
Until, life got to being life and I stopped cooking for a time. Sure enough, that dreaded meat fear, popped up. Told fear to go on head and take two seats and prepared the meal.
Well, fresh hockey sticks!
UNDER seasoned.
Phooey.
I called my big sis and told her my dilemma. She told me all I had to do was season it until I smelled the seasoning. She explained how meat is dense and you can’t be afraid to give it a good smattering of this, of that and of the other thing.
Sure enough, I got to dusting, powdering and getting seasoning on everything, including said meat.
Ah.
Aha!
Felt like mom had entered. The kitchen smelled of wonderfully tasty and remembered goodness. Felt like a mom hug….*hugs self*.
I can tastefully and tastefully advise that I am happily munching on a scrumptious Italian Sausage and Cheese pressed sandwich, as we speak. Yummers…*hugs self*.
Thanks, mom. Lunch is ready.
Gotsta go, my peeps. I got lunch waiting for me and mom.
Keep on seasoning….
Until.
until,
Cassandra
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