Since becoming a wife, I have made huge strides in being more comfortable in the kitchen.
As a child, my mommy was too scared to allow my sister or I help in the kitchen. As a mother, I can totally relate, but on the flip side I did not learn some of the most basic skills needed to even make the simplest of dishes. My mommy was the ideal wife and mother, one that I look up to even to this day. I just wish that my poor husband did not have to eat burnt chicken and raw pork chops due to my learning curve.
I still remember trying to slice an onion for the first time.
I had no clue how to do it!
I could just imagine what my husband thought as I was hacking away at the unsuspecting onion.
For about the first 15 months of my marriage, I fried almost everything. I would bread chicken and stick it in a skillet of hot oil and there was dinner. Our go-to meal was cheese quesadillas with salsa and sour cream. Yum.
Those first few years of marriage did a number on our cholesterol.
I am now much more adventurous in the kitchen, and I am slowly getting more confident in my abilities to make delicious healthy meals. To be honest, it really isn’t as difficult as I was making it out to be. I have a few cookbooks that rarely fail me in creating enjoyable dinners.
I have even tried adding my own flare to the recipes. Something that I would have never done when I was first starting in the art of cooking.
Breakfast, on the other hand, always has and still is my specialty. I absolutely LOVE real pure maple syrup. The darker the better if you ask me. That is probably a product from when I was young. My daddy, grandpa, and uncle would boil the sap from our sap trees and sell the resulting maple syrup.
They always sold the light to medium ambers maple syrup and what leftovers there were was for us to enjoy. Of course, that was the thicker “cooking” syrup.
It did not matter to me I would eat it just the same. To me, it has a more robust maple flavor than the lighter grades.
I have only found one other person that has it available. He also just so happens to be at the Hobart Farmers' Market. Lucky me!