David Wier
My wife and I got married very young and she did NOT knw how to cook.
By the time she learned, she was galaxies in front of her mother and my mother in doing so. In fact, I realized at that point that my mother didn't really know how to cook AT ALL. I never knew meat loaf was supposed to be so light gray in color. I couldn't STAND her vegetables and she kept trying to get me to eat beats, rutabagas, cauliflower, broccoli, artichokes, cooked carrots (I love them raw), cooked cabbage (I love it raw, too) so much, I couldn't stand to eat them and unfortunately, the same exists today. Just the smell of some of them cooking turns my stomach. I don't have any serious health problems. I love fruit, peas and corn, so I'm not too bad off.
The only think I can remember is her special spaghetti sauce that was really great. The only problem is the amount of onions she put in the mixture and it's one of the keys to the actual flavor. The next day, after eating it, my indigestion would be awful. It was also way too much for my kids. I'm trying to find a way around it so I can try it again.
As a side note, when I went down to my grandmother's house in Cuero, Texas, she'd make me peaches and cream, which I loved, but was never able to equal that taste as an adult. The closest I've come is the Whataburger peach milk shake. (Alas, that makes my blood sugar go through the roof!)
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