I like to cook. I especially like to cook dishes that my Mom used to make. They bring me comfort. My mom was a very good cook, throwing dishes together seemingly with abandon. She never seemed to have a recipe in front of her when making cabbage rolls or crepes or fried chicken or any of the other favourites she’d make for the family. Yet every dish not only turned out well, they were fabulous.
When I got older I started writing down her recipes while she was cooking them so I could reproduce them. And some of the instructions were frustrating. She’d tell me to use about a quarter cup of brown sugar or maybe a bit more or less depending on the amount of beef in a particular dish. And the beef amount was about 2 lbs give or take depending on what could be bought. I’d write this stuff down and figured I’d never be able to produce any of her dishes.
Fast forward years later and I know exactly what she meant. That’s how I cook her recipes now. I start with the basic recipe then I add a little here and a little there depending on this and that. And it always turns out well for me. Maybe it’s because they’re my moms recipes. Food for thought.
Thanks for reading.
Until the next time.
It's the same in our family, thankfully measures like a pinch, a sprinkle, and all the 'almosts' and a bit more or less 'thans' seem to develop by osmosis from Mom brain to ours.
We were both Blessed with great loving moms who wanted us to carry on their love of cooking among many other unique characteristics they had ..Im sure we inherited a lot of the same loves!