Thank you https://lssattitudeofgratitude.wordpress.com/2022/01/20/throwback-thursday-22-cooking-skills/ for the cooking memories.
My mum worked in a school kitchen, and often used to bring back the leftovers. I didn’t like liver the first time round, and definitely didn’t like it at home. Her job was peeling and cooking the potatoes, which she did really well. However, apart from her stews, which were amazing (beef, carrots, oxtail soup, gravy, potatoes and dumplings) Mum couldn’t cook. She made a fish pie and I detested the taste, but back then you ate everything on your plate whether you liked it or not.
Mum was the second youngest of a family of eleven. All of them were accomplished cooks, but mum wasn’t. Saying that she could bake, and would make the most delicious apple pies.
I think I have inherited her talent for not cooking, but that is fine with me. My husband does all the cooking and sometimes my son will cook for me too. I will do the washing up, but I do work full time and refuse to do that on a weekday.
Baking is something my daughter has inherited somehow, but I think that has more to do with her nanny than me. I used to love baking biscuits with my daughter when she was little, and I love to do the same with my two year old granddaughter. Although the last time we made a cake, I burnt it in the oven.
Growing up my nephew and niece used to stay at mum’s over some weekends. I still remember fondly the boiled beef in gravy (in a bag) roast potatoes, carrots and for afters a shop brought apple pie. I don’t know why, but that tasted delicious. (It shouldn’t have) In the evenings we had hot milk and ginger biscuits.
It is probably why I want biscuits with my coffee now.