Howdy Strong Mamas!
I had a few requests after my Instagram post at the grocery store about my Food Binder. As you may know, I cannot cook. I cannot bake. I cannot fricassee, broil or sauté. I cannot make hard-boiled eggs. I CAN read a recipe but there is always something lost in translation (skill). There have been lots of nights in past years that I pulled something out of the oven and cried. I recall with horror the gorgeous Chicken of Promise I had placed in the oven that was mysteriously transformed into the dehydrated carcass of some desert road kill. I also recall the time that I made pork tenderloin (a misnomer, by the way) in the slow cooker and when I cut into it, it let out a final death-gasp of steam and promptly shredded into a pile of saw dust (yes, I added the amount of liquid required by the recipe). I’m not kidding. I have learned to laugh at myself in my weakness and I no longer take it personally.
Hey, I can’t cook. No big deal. Continue reading