Earlier this Summer, prepping radishes
Hello everyone.
Hope you are all well.
Anyone who knows me,
knows,
I love to eat,
I am a rotund individual.
I also love to cook,
for people I love.
I guess you could say,
it is one of my love languages,
it is one of the ways I give love,
it is also one of the ways,
I have received love in my life.
Sweet memories,
my grand-maman’s vanilla cake,
my mom’s roast chicken,
my step grand-mothers’s tortes,
my cousin Eva’s stuffed cabbage,
my dad’s Saturday morning pancakes,
my friend Denise’s bread pudding…
If I had to pick a last meal,
it would be tough to pick,
among them.
I myself am a simple cook,
I love to make soup,
that I can share with my bestie.
I make simple apple cake.
When the Fall brings cooler weather,
I love to make one pot meals,
stews, chowders, and,
my favourite,
chicken with roasted veggetables,
I cut everything up,
I add herbs, olive oil,
some condiment variations,
tonight,
it’s a little ketchup and mustard,
next week it might be,
soy sauce or siracha.
Some potatoes, leeks, sweet potaoes,
Carrots.
Sometimes it’s cabbage and peppers.
Sometimes it’s sweet,
sometimes it’s savoury,
everything cooks,
together,
melds, mixes,
roasts.
It’s always good.
Mostly it’s chicken,
but it can be pork,
or sausages,
it could even be all,
veggie,
vegan even.
My mom used to love it,
with brown suggar,
sprinkled on top,
that would melt and brown,
Catherine and I don’t have,
as developed a sweet tooth.
Mom was a dessert lover,
a meal without dessert,
wasn’t really a meal…
in her opinion.
It’s been three years,
since she left us,
maybe, tonight,
I will sprinkle some brown sugar,
on top of the meal.
Have a wonderful weekend,
you all.
Later girls,
BB
