I can't believe I started this back in 2014 and then forgot all about it, I wrote some decent stuff too. I'm slowly tryna get my writing creativity back. I don't know exactly when my love of food started, I just remember the first time I asked my granny how to make roast beef, mac n cheese, and collards. I was feeling so proud about my first Sunday dinner. I followed the directions to the T. Granny called periodically to make sure everything was going well. When it was all said and done, I went to check on my greens and there were bugs floating on the top... I was so devastated but I tried again the following Sunday!! LOL... and again, and again!! I wish I had some kind of AHA moment to tell you about when I first fell in love with food but I don't. I just know that the more I did it the better I got at it and that is probably what kept it going. When I was a kid I don't ever remember even wanting to be anything. I'm really starting to wonder what it was I was thinking as a kid.. never had dreams of anything not even being a bride. My wanting to be a hair stylist was only because my mom was one. I did it because it was easy for me. Everything I've ever done was because it was easy for me. The second things got hard I bounced and did whatever I considered was the next easy thing. I sometimes get tickled when there are people who envy or look up to me because I've really just been winging it. I basically have been throwing pasta at the wall waiting on something to stick! LOL... don't envy me... Then one day I was talking to a close friend about me trying to find myself and purpose and he told me to start at the thing I always go back to. The Chef was born very soon after... Any who... back to food. Growing up I was raised by my grandparents so the menu went from Prime Rib to Pigs Feet and every possible thing in between. I've always had an appreciation for good food. My grandparents shared the cooking, they both could burn. My grandfather made the best lemon meringue pie on this side of heaven... meanwhile I can't bake shit!!! Something else I find amusing but I'm gonna learn this year.. 2022 is the year sis bakes something edible! OK!! Anyway, like I said the cooking was shared so there was always something good and because they were different, their menus varied. Pop-Pop taught me that shit on a shingle (creamed chipped beef) can be delicious, Mom-Mom taught me that spaghetti don't come from no damn jar! With that balance how could I lose?? Funny how it takes so long to learn to appreciate certain things. I have so many cherished food memories and I can't wait to share them with you all through this blog.. My hope is that something I write can become a cherished memory for you and yours!!!
Welcome to, The Cussing Chef..... be sure and read the fine print!
Comments