It was a nice cool Saterday evening. Normally i would grill
when i feel in the mood to cook as i did on this night but i wanted to mix
things up a bit. Proberly cause of the fact I'm poor and there was much of
anything when it came to food in the house. I looked in the freezer and saw
there was some stew meet. I sat it out so it could thaw while I contenplated on
what to do. I really had no clue what I was doing so I had to seek help of some
kind to make something taste good out of this. So I called the best expert i knew
on stew making, my sister. I called her up and he ran threw a few ideas on what
to do. I headed to the store to track some of the ingreedences that I didn’t have.
Some vegtibuls spices and the sercrect ingreedent, molasus. Mean while i called
my girlfriend to make sure she would want to eat some before jumping off the deep
end to complete this project. Ouce I had her on boat with the project I went
gung hoe on making my first stew. Just the right tempura, a pinch of this, not
to much of that. Ok maybe that was way
to much spice. It was to late now. It was in the stew. 3 hours later I tasted
this final project and it was delishous. Not bad for my first try. Other then a
little to much molasus it turned out pretty good. So it would seem I’m a
successful cook. The bad thing now is that my girlfriend always want me to cook
now. The past year I have develoved a cooking habit and she seems like I’m the
better cook and wants me to cook most of the time. I come from a a family that
the men didn’t do the cooking. So it’s a new expireance. I’m not sure how I
feel about that either. “Why did the house wife cross the road? Who cares why
isn’t she in the kitchin?” Thanks to my sister and girlfriend It would not have
been porssable to me to complete such a great stew. I cant wait to eat some
more of it tonight. It consistes of stew meat, corn, peas, water, beef boulion,
molasas, oragao, onion, thyne, and basile. After one hour and thirty minutes cooked on
med to low it was done. I can taste it now!
Now that I have confindedacne of making things from scratch,
I made up the rest of the stew meat last night with pinapple and apples. Made
it into a quick stir fry. That was a fail. That would have been better on a
shishabob then a stir fry. Apples don’t cook well. They were granny apples. I
think a better rout would have been to dip them in a carmel or choclete for
desert.
For desert we had taramesue. To this day I still don’t
really like it that much and the thought of this took me back. The reason I’m
scarded from this is because of barbeque sauce was on it instead of choclete. I
have never liked barbeque sauce and still don’t. My sister and I order some
after we ate some dinner at a Itallian resterrant in Bolivar. I remember our
meal wasn’t that great and our waitress was a very ditcy. I took the first bit
and was morafied buy what I was tasting. It has a bitterly weird taste that
left me so puzzled and I instantly spit out what was in my mouth. Amber my
sister saw this horrified look on my face and had to try some as well. She
could believe that taramusue could be so bad. Or maybe I was joking. She took a
bit and was equally dismayed to what it was. “It’s not taramisue that’s forsure,”
she said.
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