Speaking of food porn, I’ve started cooking again.
Nothing is as tasty or creative as Momma used to make. But I think she’d be proud of me for trying.
I also think she is sad I didn’t cook for her.
The money I’ve saved by eating at home … damn. I mean, I just spend it on hotels and airfare. But still.
In any event, I roasted an acorn squash yesterday and made up a “stuffing” mix.
It’s hot sausage, bell peppers, lentils, mushrooms, corn, carrots and green beans.
I wasn’t sure how to make it stick together, so I mixed an egg, parmesan and sour cream and hoped for the best.
It was good. Needed more than that sprinkle of gruyere on top. Should have gone with parmesan and mozzarella for a kick.
This morning, I heated the rest of the stuffing I hadn’t used and topped it with mashed garlic cauliflower.
I didn’t photograph my healthy shepherds pie. But it was really good.
I pulled a long blonde hair out of my mashed cauliflower and laughed.
I was always finding long blonde hairs in my food from Momma. She always called it her witchy hair.
Had witchy hairs all over my passenger seat for years. Literally wept when I vacuumed the car last month and found one final one.
The cancer made the hair fall out. She kept most of her hair. But then again, she had a lot to begin with. And it was everywhere.
Anyway, I had been feeling a way about making all this “good foodz” but just for myself.
Maybe the witchy hair was hers after all. And a message to say, “That’s my baby.”