I love to cook. I love to eat. I'm decent at both. Especially eating. ...And cooking.
I don't use recipes unless I'm baking. When cooking actual meals I just put "some" of "whatever" until "it's done."
Here is a bean soup I came up with today. I added a smidge of fresh jalapeno and brown sugar for flav-ah flave. I also happened to have a ham bone from a dinner I made WEEKS ago. Yeah. Weeks. I had to clean out the fridge and I felt it a shame to throw away a perfectly good ham bone.
Given this crappy economic climate my new motto is:
Why throw something away when you can feed it to your family?
I am planning to cross stitch my motto onto a pillow.
I also made a little salsita.
That sentance is redundant because -ita automatically makes salsa little. I always say SALSITA.
I am being generous by sharing with you the ingredients to my favorite SALSITA. I always make fresh salsita. Salsita out of a jar is no salsita at all. It's not even food, as far as I'm concerned. *gags at the the mere thought of eating canned salsita*
These ingredients MUST be chopped by hand and be pretty and fairly uniform in size. It should be a party in your mouth. A veritable fiesta of textures and flavors.
If I find out that any of you just threw the precious contents of this salsita into a food processor and made it all mushy and ugly I SWEAR I will hunt you down. I promise it won't be pretty.
Here we see the finished product of my labors.
"Ok. Who wants to sit here and pretend they are eating so I can take a picture?" I asked.
"MEEEEE!!!" shouted the little ones.
I feel all warm and fuzzy when I cook and my kids say,
"Mmmmmmmm we LOVE your cooking, Mama! You're THE BEST Mama in the world!"
Aw. Shucks.
