I’m an avid reader who also loves to cook. It started when I had my first apartment right out of high school. There I was at age 18 living in my own and eating cake for dinner. I remember calling my mother from work and asking her to tell me some recipes for the food I had grown up on. I typed them on index cards as she recited them and began experimenting with cooking.
Fast forward to my life as a newly married young mother. I still relied on those trusted index cards, but I began experimenting a bit. Unfortunately, my kids like me, didn’t like too much variety and even less vegetables than I did. It became easier to fry up some cutlets and make some macaroni and cheese.
Sunday dinners were different…
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