I have always admired my grandmother because she can whip together any meal without a recipe.
I am fully aware that cooking is a science. I earned mostly As throughout my education except for chemistry; I nearly failed that class in high school AND college. This tells you something about my cooking skills!
Anyhow, back to Grandma…She has often shared the story of being a migrant farm worker during the Depression. She and Grandpa left Kansas shortly after they were married (in their mid-teens) to find work out west. I think they were in Idaho, where Grandma was doing the cooking for all the hands on a farm, when a farmer threw her biscuits across the room at breakfast. They were hard as rocks! She didn’t know how to make them before that. But boy, did she learn fast!
Fortunately, I have not been under the gun, so to speak, to learn to cook well. My family is certainly not starving. However, I thought of Grandma yesterday when I made meatloaf (Bret’s grandma’s recipe, no less) without my recipe card.
I plowed through my cabinets and panicked when I couldn’t find my most prized recipe card! However, I got my act together and made meatloaf for dinner anyway. And I must say that this meatloaf was the best I had ever made. I thought it tasted better than usual, but I really knew that I had done well when these two words came out of my husband’s mouth: “Thank you.” That was the first time he’d ever thanked me for making dinner. Those words meant the world to me.
(Thanks for the inspiration, Grandma!)
P.S. I made the oven-baked sweet potato fries (found under “Favorite Recipes” in the side bar) to go with the meatloaf. They were very tasty. The only downside was that they were a little soggy by the time Bret got home (must be eaten fresh), and they were too spicy to give a two-year-old. Next time I’ll make a few without the red pepper.