Except for this bullet hole, I’m fine!Beef / January 18, 2016
Last week we hosted my mom, Lenis and my step-father Ted to a week in the Queen City. Symphony, BBQ, shopping, TV studio tours, and of course some southern cuisine. With all that shuttling back and forth we had lots of time for fun chatter that included some hilarious one-liners that will become a permanent part of my vernacular.
Case in point, during a shopping trip to TJMaxx, we asked Ted if he wanted us to look for some new duds for him. Not that he needs any, (he’s a sharp dresser!) it just seemed polite to ask him if part of our shopping time should be spent looking at things for him. His response was hilarious.
“Nah, I’m good. And except for the bullet holes this old coat works great!”
An instant quote to adopt, don’t you think? Seems all of us are hiding a hidden bullet hole, are we not? One way or another, we cannot escape life and its lessons as they run clean through us like a 44 caliber lead slug shot from a gun. It makes me realize that what is most endearing about those we love is the fact that they’ve survived with nobility … and we rarely factor in their quiet heroism.
It’s kind of like cooking, really. Good food is only the result of techniques perfected through utter failure. One cannot produce an amazing souffle, or an exquisite sauce without having ruined at least one pan or scraping burnt batter off the bottom of an oven. What eventually goes on the table is never something arrived at without sweat and a few tears. And unless you’re tearing the plastic off a tray microwavable lasagna, (Please tell me you won’t do this!) your hard work next to the stove gives one a sense of satisfaction that is really quite euphoric. And then, bullet holes and all, you arrive triumphantly to serve, nourish, and share with those you love.
Enjoy the photos and then ALL the recipes I cooked are at the end of the post. As for me, I’m heading out to buy a flack jacket today.
At least once a month we gather and eat well. Even giant bullet holes that seem like they’ll never heal suddenly close up. How? With love, and a spoonful of whatever you’re making tonight.