Rusty's thread, Boys Night, and some of the comments about cooking awakened an old memory. I thought some of you might be interested in how I came to be such a great cook.

Actually I do love to cook. Nuttin' fancy but I don't get no complaints.
Once I discovered I had the knack for it I began to love cooking. There are two different styles of cooking. You have your chefs and you have your cooks. A chef is a more structured or regimented type cook. I think of myself as a cook. I don't measure anything and I use my cooking instinct to try new things and change some things now and then for variety. It's fun and I really enjoy it inside or out on the patio.
It all started like this:
I was between wives. I was raising my 5 year old daughter. Her mother was not in the picture. I was a 9 to 5'er In those days (1970). I'd get off work and pick Robyn up at the day care and we'd go home and sit in front of the tv watching Star Trek as we ate dinner.
One day we were dong this and I noticed she was just pushing her food around with her fork and looking disgusted. I asked her if she was alright and she turned her face up to me and looked at me with her big sad eyes, "Daddy", do we have to have tv dinners EVERY night?!?"
Busted!
A lot of stuff when through my mind in the next second"
.What have I been doing.
.I'm not being a good father!
.I gotta learn how to cook.
.I'll give Mom a call. (She was a great cook)
Mom: Hello
Me: Hi Mom, listen, can you show me a few moves in the kitchen? I'm startin' to get some complaints.
Mom: (chukle) Sure Honey, what do you want to know?
Me: Everything. Lets start off slow. Maybe boiling water?
Mom: (more chuckling) Fine. Y'all come over for the week end and I'll send you home with some recipes and some verbal tips. And any time you can call me with questions."
Well that all went pretty well. Spent the next year doing the trial and error thing and well, now I'm a pretty accomplished cook.
That all turned out for good too because even though Miss Pam is a very good cook it ain't exactly her favorite thing to do. So we both get it the way we like and we always have good meals and my stock stays way up there.


Actually I do love to cook. Nuttin' fancy but I don't get no complaints.

It all started like this:
I was between wives. I was raising my 5 year old daughter. Her mother was not in the picture. I was a 9 to 5'er In those days (1970). I'd get off work and pick Robyn up at the day care and we'd go home and sit in front of the tv watching Star Trek as we ate dinner.
One day we were dong this and I noticed she was just pushing her food around with her fork and looking disgusted. I asked her if she was alright and she turned her face up to me and looked at me with her big sad eyes, "Daddy", do we have to have tv dinners EVERY night?!?"
Busted!
A lot of stuff when through my mind in the next second"
.What have I been doing.
.I'm not being a good father!
.I gotta learn how to cook.
.I'll give Mom a call. (She was a great cook)
Mom: Hello
Me: Hi Mom, listen, can you show me a few moves in the kitchen? I'm startin' to get some complaints.
Mom: (chukle) Sure Honey, what do you want to know?
Me: Everything. Lets start off slow. Maybe boiling water?
Mom: (more chuckling) Fine. Y'all come over for the week end and I'll send you home with some recipes and some verbal tips. And any time you can call me with questions."
Well that all went pretty well. Spent the next year doing the trial and error thing and well, now I'm a pretty accomplished cook.
That all turned out for good too because even though Miss Pam is a very good cook it ain't exactly her favorite thing to do. So we both get it the way we like and we always have good meals and my stock stays way up there.
