It does not. She’s a much better cook than when I was a kid while still being a terrible cook. But at least her idea of offering me dinner is no longer a defrosted turkey burger every night.
There were also the dreaded dinnertime words of my childhood: “This was an experiment.”
Because the “experiment” was usually something like, “the recipe called for two cups of sugar and that’s too much sugar, so I substituted cottage cheese.”
It’s also so easy to make that even my mother can’t fuck it up. Which, if you ever had my mother’s attempts at cooking, is very impressive.
Lmao. Does her cooking make you nostalgic?
My mom regrets that she didn’t learn all of her mother’s cajun recipes. I regret it, too.
It does not. She’s a much better cook than when I was a kid while still being a terrible cook. But at least her idea of offering me dinner is no longer a defrosted turkey burger every night.
There were also the dreaded dinnertime words of my childhood: “This was an experiment.”
Because the “experiment” was usually something like, “the recipe called for two cups of sugar and that’s too much sugar, so I substituted cottage cheese.”
That sounds horrendous. Kind of adorable, though.