I didn’t enter Mason-Dixon’s show and tell – partly because I missed the deadline and partly because I don’t have a box.
I think Mom has a box, a plain metal box for index cards, and it might have recipes in it. I grew up using recipes out of her little red recipe book and copied many of them into my book. My emphasis is baked goods, especially sweets. I started young, and I copied out of my own cookbooks. Good thing, because I can’t find that cookbook. I wonder what I did with it?
I mention he’s Mexican, not because he’s too macho to cook, but because he has no idea how to bake. He’s very capable in the kitchen, but not with the oven. Friday I came home to chicken soup – perfect after a long, wet workday. He makes it much better than I do. And with rice, and avocado and lime juice on top… Yum!
I’m cooking today. Cornish pasties and cheese danishes (and those plurals look awkward together). And pasties are good food after cold, damp, aggravating work. Yesterday, my husband was in the attic, chasing leaks.
And today, he was on the roof, making a lot of noise.
The sun was out briefly in the morning. We’re waiting for more rain. I hope all that husband noise did the trick. The Kid is diligently drawing very long freight trucks. A good day.