First let me quell any doubt’s this may bring, my wife is an awesome cook!
While most parents receive the notice that their child needs something for snack, and then hurriedly run to the grocery store to pick up pre-made cupcakes, cookies or donuts, my wife whirls into the kitchen to hand make something, usually the night and morning before, in order to assure maximum freshness and tastiness. She not only does this for our children, she will do so for me, and for her fellow employees.
Having a potluck at work? No stereotypical cheese tray or veggie tray here. How about some hand made meatballs in a “from scratch” sauce? Need a dessert? Not store bought reheat pie or brownies from the Lang house, we do it Iron Chef style!
I am routinely amazed by my wife’s skill in the kitchen. Just the way she wants to cook things, and the time she puts into it.
Just not at 6 in the morning……with onions……and garlic……and, what ever else was in there……please……..really…………please.
The handmade meatballs smelled sweet last night, at the appropriate time. But the heavy scent of the culinary delight’s being concocted this morning upset the delicate balance between hungry and nausea this morning. While I trudged about getting ready dreaming of the cup of coffee, bowl of cereal, or whatever else is kosher for a morning meal, a thick fog of onion and garlic rolled through the house like the Passover, searching for any nostril not painted with marinara sauce indicating that they were, or were not in the mood for whatever Mama had going in the kitchen. Which I’m sure if ingested at the appropriate mealtime were more the delectable.
I am absolutely a food fan. Loving all different types and tastes. But breakfast time is for breakfast! As well as dinnertime is for…breakfast, and lunch is good for breakfast, too, and midnight snack, and….well, you get it.
While most parents receive the notice that their child needs something for snack, and then hurriedly run to the grocery store to pick up pre-made cupcakes, cookies or donuts, my wife whirls into the kitchen to hand make something, usually the night and morning before, in order to assure maximum freshness and tastiness. She not only does this for our children, she will do so for me, and for her fellow employees.
Having a potluck at work? No stereotypical cheese tray or veggie tray here. How about some hand made meatballs in a “from scratch” sauce? Need a dessert? Not store bought reheat pie or brownies from the Lang house, we do it Iron Chef style!
I am routinely amazed by my wife’s skill in the kitchen. Just the way she wants to cook things, and the time she puts into it.
Just not at 6 in the morning……with onions……and garlic……and, what ever else was in there……please……..really…………please.
The handmade meatballs smelled sweet last night, at the appropriate time. But the heavy scent of the culinary delight’s being concocted this morning upset the delicate balance between hungry and nausea this morning. While I trudged about getting ready dreaming of the cup of coffee, bowl of cereal, or whatever else is kosher for a morning meal, a thick fog of onion and garlic rolled through the house like the Passover, searching for any nostril not painted with marinara sauce indicating that they were, or were not in the mood for whatever Mama had going in the kitchen. Which I’m sure if ingested at the appropriate mealtime were more the delectable.
I am absolutely a food fan. Loving all different types and tastes. But breakfast time is for breakfast! As well as dinnertime is for…breakfast, and lunch is good for breakfast, too, and midnight snack, and….well, you get it.
Yes, sometimes Bill's cooking affects me the same way. I don't complain too often, I'm afraid he will quit cooking. Shannon is great in her own kitchen and in any other kitchen!!! She is a great person.
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