I wanted to bring out my passion for food. And photography. But the photography passion hasn't left the launchpad. Mostly because the drugs I take make me dizzy. Dizziness is no bueno for taking still pictures.
I have made boxed blueberry muffins faithfully. Might I say, I will never reach the deliciousness that it is on my own. Nevertheless, the boxed cake mix was the way to go (A nod to Betty Crocker).
I can, however, make stuffed mushrooms.
(Photo nod to Pinterest. Not to me unfortunately).
One of my first bakes, as a married woman, was for our first neighborhood cookout. I decided to make stuffed mushrooms. Never liking mushrooms in the first place, I was bound to fail. (A nod to my "if you don't eat your meat [vegetables], how can you have any pudding?" fabulous father).
Moving on!
I wrapped my cooking apron around my waist and away I went. Directing my own symphony of flavors. Sliding across the kitchen floor to reach for each ingredient. Twirling in and out of the refrigerator for this and that. Getting a hold of the knife, the rhythm seamed to speed up... Chop. Chop, Chop! Chop! Mixing flavor after flavor, the ingredients were combined to perfection, so my (then husband) said. This appetizer could not, will not fail. The mushrooms were stuffed and on the tray. Out the door we went. Before I could take off my apron, the tray was empty. And in one final curtsy, the symphony was over. Applauds and a standing ovation. Goodnight.
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