Yeah, I seriously feel like my cooking skills could be upgraded, or at the very least evened out a bit. I go really adventurous every now and then, but generally we have a few staples that we live off of and I don't want those to get boring. Especially since my cooking will probably be super limited after the baby gets here - I know I'll be doing a lot of bulk cooking/freezing of soups, stews, and pastas and then rounding the meals out with veggies/salad or some sort of carbs, since everyone in my house is apparently addicted to them.
Tonight I'm trying breaded chicken wings with broccoli and corn bread and probably some sort of tomatoes/cucumbers in balsamic vinegar on the side. It's weird, but I literally don't think my mother ever made breaded chicken when I was a kid. We were super Irish, apparently, so most of our meals were some sort of strip steak or chop, with potatoes. Every once in awhile my mom would make a brisket, also with potatoes. The extent of our vegetables was peaches and cream corn or broccoli. I am kind of surprised none of us died from scurvy or rickets or something.*
* I'm not knocking my mom's cooking, by far. I love her to death and she kept us all fed despite two of her three children apparently requiring, per meal, enough calories needed to fuel a small sun. I just don't think she liked cooking very much, and being raised on a farm out in the boonies had really only given her basic recipes like "meat and potatoes" and "another type of meat with potatoes".
Tonight I'm trying breaded chicken wings with broccoli and corn bread and probably some sort of tomatoes/cucumbers in balsamic vinegar on the side. It's weird, but I literally don't think my mother ever made breaded chicken when I was a kid. We were super Irish, apparently, so most of our meals were some sort of strip steak or chop, with potatoes. Every once in awhile my mom would make a brisket, also with potatoes. The extent of our vegetables was peaches and cream corn or broccoli. I am kind of surprised none of us died from scurvy or rickets or something.*
* I'm not knocking my mom's cooking, by far. I love her to death and she kept us all fed despite two of her three children apparently requiring, per meal, enough calories needed to fuel a small sun. I just don't think she liked cooking very much, and being raised on a farm out in the boonies had really only given her basic recipes like "meat and potatoes" and "another type of meat with potatoes".
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