I will dearly miss junk food.
I will miss other things too, including people who only know how to heat hot pockets in microwaves; I will just miss the hot pockets more.
Yesterday, my daughter's first Thanksgiving holiday in her own home, was really good. Everyone was happy and enjoyed relaxing together, my son even came over after work.
This is a big deal. My family lives with the trauma of the last holiday we tried to share with my ex. It ended with police taking him away after he loaded a gun in the living room and threatened to shoot himself. I called 911 and entered the living room to find my 9-year old daughter trying to wrestle a loaded gun from her dad's hands.
Every winter since has been overshadowed by that memory, and it did this year too but this year was "the best ever"; her words.
I think it was a step in a positive direction.
At this time last year my daughter and granddaughter were living in my home.
This year we are sharing a meal in her home.
I haven't wanted to write anything too personal here but some of this will hopefully go into a book for my granddaughter so....
They moved into our home December of 2020.
The baby was a few months old and the situation with the baby's father was bad.
We live in the country, she had no car, we only had one car; but still, the very next day she called friends and her brother to ask about help with transportation and then she got a job within a week.
I took care of the baby full-time while she worked.
Eventually she found a used car to finance and she started saving for a place to live.
She worked hard. It was stressful. It was stressful for everyone. My daughter is mildly Autistic and easily overwhelms.
In July of 2021 she got a new job, making better money and in the beginning of December she had found a place to rent which she could afford. She moved in January, starting out with no furniture at all.
She has struggled but she has persevered on her own power and merit, using the tools I provided and with my support.
My granddaughter is with me 5 days a week while her mother works; it is just easier all around that way.
I am proud of my daughter and I hope this year brings her more growth.
I decided to make Hawaiian rolls. I have never done it before. I had to sub in lemon juice for pineapple and I used a duck egg instead of a chicken egg.
Can't eat the duck eggs otherwise and I don't want to waste them.
I hope this works.
Marrow really is where it is at.
I started using a crockpot for roasting after my oven broke in 2018 and I couldn't afford to fix or replace it.
First it was chicken. I never had luck with chicken in a crockpot; it always ended up a greasy soup with no flavor, so I studied.
I found that if I cooked on low and swapped to high halfway through and vented the lid I had perfectly cooked roast chicken (even from frozen) and very little liquid in the bottom.
I get a free turkey every November from my husband's job so I decided to try a turkey and it worked very well; though I had to split the bird at the waist in order to fit the whole critter in the crock.
In the future grow one tomato from seed as a parent plant for my actual tomato crop.
I prefer to use locally sourced ingredients.
What I mean by locally sourcing is that I am always mindful, when choosing permanent ingredients, of the reliability of future acquisition of said ingredients.
Therefore cultural food recipes may contain non-traditional ingredients. This has been advised to me by immigrants who found themselves doing the very same thing when specific fats, grains, meats, and other items had to be made from scratch or fashioned from something similar and common in local food staples.
I grew up poor; is the short answer.
As a teenager I supported myself for awhile and biscuits, particular, were a staple of my diet; because I knew shit-all about budgeting and grocery shopping.
Had I known more, I would have suffered less.
So now as an adult I use high fat, high protein options to give breads more value.
I watched a person push their shopping cart to within 10 steps of the front door of a grocery store, only to backtrack a further distance and put the cart in corral.
I can only imagine they believe in bureaucracy implicitly.
is made in the oven under the broiler.
Save your pickle juice.
Soaking does not necessarily improve a situation.
In my experience it can make things worse.