Thread: just wanted to share tonight's dinner with you guys..

Last night was pizza and beer with my special lady friend.

Bacon, chicken, shitake, and brocolli with ranch..



And more importantly..



I'm a man who enjoys variety.

Reet Roaf Dinnah Tonight !

Originally Posted by nessmuck

Reet Roaf Dinnah Tonight !

Too bad NH is so far away as I'd be right over! I love Reet Roaf and Reef Roaf sandwiches.

Homemade turkey soup in the makings....

And it's ready !!

Originally Posted by cudarunner

My mother would have told you that she wasn't a good cook as she HAD to cook. When she made beef stew you were lucky to have an onion that had been quartered! What? Take the time to dice it?? Well a huge slimy chunk of onion would be rejected by my little body. But I loved the flavor of the sauce. So once I was grown I would finely dice the veggies and make a semi stew and loved it. Over the years the veggies gotten slightly bigger but not to mom's standards.

Anyway I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your later children for understanding that not everyone likes everything! :

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My family were/are horrible cooks. I learned to cook mostly out of necessity. Being an adventurous eater or trying new things was not rewarded. Foodwise we did go from strength to strength. I can't blame my mother too much. She learned from her mother who was quite possibly the worlds worst cook on the planet. Everything she made was horribly over cooked, under seasoned, devoid of any herbs or spices (NO exceptions), and smelled like death.

Originally Posted by OCDshaver

My family were/are horrible cooks. I learned to cook mostly out of necessity. Being an adventurous eater or trying new things was not rewarded. Foodwise we did go from strength to strength. I can't blame my mother too much. She learned from her mother who was quite possibly the worlds worst cook on the planet. Everything she made was horribly over cooked, under seasoned, devoid of any herbs or spices (NO exceptions), and smelled like death.

Jeff Smith (the Frugal Gourmet) said that while it was a horrible thing to say about his paternal grandmother; his Grandmother was the worst cook! Every Thanksgiving she would Cremate a Turkey and the entire family had to attend the services.

Don" get me going on my grandmothers cooking!

Originally Posted by cudarunner

Jeff Smith (the Frugal Gourmet) said that while it was a horrible thing to say about his paternal grandmother; his Grandmother was the worst cook! Every Thanksgiving she would Cremate a Turkey and the entire family had to attend the services.

The worst part was that they didn't think they were bad cooks. My grandmother would "roast" a piece of beef because my father supposedly liked it. Her idea of roasting was to put it in a covered casserole and cook it until it fell apart. Then she'd exclaim that it was SO tender. I could tenderize a stone in that much time and under those conditions. They could screw up a pop tart and then they would relentlessly criticize any food from a restaurant as if theirs came remotely close in quality. When given a bunch of fresh beans from a garden, my mother would cut them into one inch pieces and boil them until they were a perfect match to the DelMonte cans that were supposed to of lesser quality because they weren't fresh. My mothers tomato sauce haunts my memories still.

I was very lucky. My grandmas cooking was very good. Both of them