Since I live in a shitty condo with thieves and murderers, I just took the cup downstairs to the dumpster and ended the madness.
Um, is there a blizzard going on somewhere? Cause it's 63 and sunny here. I am out of class early and having a glass of wine on my mini-patio.
Shrimp n Grits with little cookie/pudding/whipped cream layered pies in solo cups for lunch. You know, I love to cook and getting paid for it gives me an opportunity to try all sorts of things. It's funny that the simplest stuff is the most popular though. They just about jizzed their pants when I made pot roast with mashed potatoes and gravy yesterday and over the meatballs last week. Anyone have a favorite "reminds me of home" meal? I am trying to hit them in their hearts through their stomachs to keep (and possibly expand) the cash flow.
It's way to fucking hot here, it was nice last week but it's back up to 39C, 102F for all of you. Finished off a carton last night with a mate and will have to give the other one a nudge at some stage today before heading out.
Well, I'm from MN, so a good, thick, meaty goulash will always taste like home to me. But basically anything out of the (Lemme check my copy for the year) '69 Betty Crocker cookbook also tastes like home to me. I asked for (and received) a copy of that from my Mom when I first moved into my own place, and it has served me well.
I know I'm not supposed to like it this much 'cause I'm a guy, but this was one of my favorite songs in 7th grade (Salt was fuckin hot): And TLC in 8th grade, 'cause I'd jack off to it before my parents got home (TMI?): TLC's Creep. Girls in sheer silk, flexing legs, sheer sex in video, etc. It was better than the Sears catalog, anyway Edit: It seems I had a thing for black girl groups in middle school... hmmm...
Word. I love goulash. I'd also have no qualms about murdering some fools for one of my mom's tatertot hotdishes.
Are you saying you've never had a casserole with tater-tots in it? Cause you need to meet my family (or any family from MN, WI, MI, IA, or IL). (also possibly either of the Dakotas)
Nope. Not until el husband came along. He try pathetically to do one once but it was all effed up. The only casseroles my mom made growing up were noodle based, like chicken tetrazzini and such.
I'm so envious of all of this. My mom knew (and continues to know) only one "casserole" - it involves a can of tomato soup, ground beef, a pack of cream cheese, noodles and corn flakes. It. Is. Disgusting.
You know what reminds me of home? Salmon and asparagus. Chicken fried steak. Spaghetti. Or as far as childhood: grilled cheese, PB&J, tuna casserole, mac and cheese or fish sticks (ugh).