My daughter Sandy is an excellent cook. She is always trying new exotic recipes. She told me tonight that she made Moroccan Lamb for dinner. For this recipe you need weird spices and it took her a long time to find them. The young men who work at the grocery store know her now and come up and ask her what she needs. They know it will be hard, if not impossible to find.
She asks me sometimes what I cooked for dinner. My answer is usually, "Frozen lasagna (surprisingly good) hamburger helper, Smokies, chicken pot pies etc. I hate cooking and when I actually try it, well let's just say it doesn't always turn out nice or edible. I loathe a recipe that has more than four ingredients, and if it has a weird spice - forget it. I'm not paying $4 for a spice I might use once and then hate it.
Whenever Sandy tells me about her dinners I always ask, "Was it hot?" I hate hot food. I like to be able to feel my tongue. She says, "Well, it did have spices, Mom." My girls make fun of me because I never learned to use spices. Luckily, my hubby likes my so-called cooking. People in the family say, "Give it to Dad, he'll eat anything," which is true.
I do collect recipes. I have a drawer full of them in case I ever want to give one of them a try. I even pasted some in a scrapbook. They look very pretty.
I'm actually too busy to cook. I have comics to draw and bingo to go to.
Here is my latest comic
