Let Me Explain...

I was typing my second post when I realized, my readers won't have a clue what I'm talking about so I better explain better my vision of cooking. I'll explain the squid dinner in a later post...you won't want to miss it! Really...

Reading recipes, in my mind, is something up there with deciphering ancient Egyptian before the Rosetta Stone showed up. Recipes just don't make sense to me. I get the big 'T' mixed up with the little 't'. On a measuring cup, I'm very capable of using the wrong marker for, say, the half cup. I'm ever so adept at burning beans and can't seem to smell it till someone else yells about the incinerated beans. High altitude, you say?? Doesn't mean a thing to me.

When it comes to presenting the food...I'm good with spooning off a big chunk of meat loaf and dumping it on the plate, then calling it good. 'Presentation' is not in my vocabulary. If it's edible, does it REALLY matter what it looks like??? Hmmm???

Why, hell...I told my three kids once, when they were small, that I had found a new recipe to try. Their response?? As one voice, they said, "Uh-oh."

But, hey, if my horse needed shredded beet pulp in his feed, I seem to intuitively know how much, how best to get it mixed it, whether it needs to be dampened or soaked. But when I have to cook for humans, something gets lost in the translation.

So, this is my explanation for this blog. Actually, my kids think it's a good idea...a good idea, not great...as long as I don't identify them. :-)