Not the fancy schmancy stuff on Food Network but good simple fare that keeps them coming back for more.
Can I bake?
Sure...Some things better than others. My Oatmeal Craisins keep the folks in the cheap seats hollaring for more. I suppose I'd be more interested in baking if I could actually eat the stuff. (Ha! Gluten Free Me).
But it's Summer now and there's NO WAY that I'm encouraged to heat up the house to do either.
Mama takes a break from June till September so if you like salads or nacho's or a simple rice jambalaya or even microwave popcorn...than I'm your girl.
Eventually though, SM's tummy starts reminding him that most food is served HOT and he wants me to grill some real food up.
Such was the case yesterday morning when I picked another plethora of summer squash and SM chimed in "Boy, these would sure taste good grilled."
Now usually I just "stew" them. (Stew is southern for "steam them" in a veggie steamer.) I toss in some salt and pepper and a slab of butter and I'm a happy camper.
But I do recognize the fact that one of the big reasons SM and I have a happy marriage is because I keep him well fed.
Seriously Girls...That old adage is true!
Makes me sad that so many of today's young women don't know how to cook. Or don't care to. Restaurant food is so blah anymore. I can cook WAY better than those fools...But I digress.
So since it's hot and Daddy wants some grilled up chow, so be it!
Now the truth is, I have NOT mastered the art of the grill.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...Low and slow is what they say.
BULLSHIT. That's what I say!
I have wasted more food grilling than I've ever lost to the forgotten, moldy depths of my refrigerator.
Now I always thought that grilling was the Man's domain.
The few times SM was desperate enough to proceed without me turned out pretty freaken good.
Pork chops was his thing and he grilled them beautifully.
I heaped tons of praise upon him in the hopes that he might become Grill-Meister extraordinaire!
Ha! No such luck.
And so I made my preparations.
Fresh Veg. Spray oil. (Do you see the seasonings that you gave me Bob?)
So far so good.
And what do you know?
And was it ever GOOD!
Move over Boys...I'm taking on the big dogs now!