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| Throwback / Flashback 1978* |
There are two recipes, written on yellow index cards, affixed to my refrigerator with magnets. The intent was to entice my daughter (the professional cook) to prepare one or the other or better, both of these recipes.
They are: Cajun Deviled Eggs and Apple Cinnamon Chimichangas.
Both have manageable ingredients lists and steps. Both tout prep times of. . . well, I didn't even include the prep times on the index cards so I presume both were / are very short.
Either, both are recipes I could pull off. While not a professional cook, I've done okay over the years. I may have mentioned a time or two that I never enjoyed cooking. It was necessary. I did it. I achieved some measure of competency through the years.
I don't have to wait for my daughter, the professional cook, to prepare either (or both) of these recipes.
But, I will.
Both recipes will remain affixed to the refrigerator with magnets.
*art class assignment: zipper study
I feel the same way about cooking. I am glad that some people enjoy it but I've never felt that. It was always more of a necessary chore (and so unrelenting!)
ReplyDeleteMaybe the daughter will take the hint and make you one of those choices... hope so!
E (still having computer issues)
Hope springs eternal. :-)
DeleteI have a friend who paid for her daughter to go to massage school but never once was got even one massage in return. It reminds me of that old expression about the shoemaker's children always going barefoot.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't hold my breath waiting for those dishes to appear . . .
I am thankful to no have paid (directly) for her training. And to be fair, she does do most of the cooking. I won't hold my breath but I will keep nudging. :-)
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