I was raised on Kraft and Girl Scout
cookies. My mom was a single mom and did
the best she could do. As long as we
were fed, that’s all that really mattered.
But we didn’t mind; we loved that mac-n-cheese and Pasta Roni, so there
were no complaints from us.
My teen years were spent being a vegetarian who didn’t eat
vegetables, and I ate veggie-meat like it was going out of style. This, however, was before veggie-meat was in
style to begin with and had yet been ‘perfected’ to Morningstar Farms
quality. One year I even got a case of 24
large cans of Tuno (not Tuna) for Christmas, which I gladly accepted and promptly
ate.
I dropped the vegetarian thing about the same time I went to
college. I moved abroad and then back, never needing to cook for myself, still
relying on ready-made food. A close friend of mine joked that I shouldn’t worry
about the fact my someday-children would be eating mac-n-cheese everyday… they
would have a mommy who played with them, and that was much better.
I laughed. It was the truth.
I laughed. It was the truth.
Two years later, a combination of marrying a Brazilian who
never ate boxed food in his life and watching Jamie Oliver start his Food
Revolution, that something started to change in me. I wanted to cook, and I
wanted to cook real food.
And that is precisely what I set out to do… still munching
on Girl Scout cookies along the way.
(Yes, I jumped on the blog-everyday-in-May bandwagon. I liked the idea, community behind it, and the challenge. You can join if you want to. Click the button above. PS -- That post was EXACTLY 250 words ;) )
(Yes, I jumped on the blog-everyday-in-May bandwagon. I liked the idea, community behind it, and the challenge. You can join if you want to. Click the button above. PS -- That post was EXACTLY 250 words ;) )
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