I miss food from home. My momma is a damn good cook and she has a lavish kitchen. Its always going to be tricky transitioning from kitchen to kitchen, but I find I was rather spoiled by her selection.
My family are animal farmers. Our main production is meat and animal by products.
So I love meat. I didn't realize until recently how much I enjoyed that diet. Even the non-meat dishes, like the fresh veggies or mom's canned pasta sauce, they make my mouth water at the thought.
There were some beautifully complex dishes, like Italian pastas, Vietnamese noodles and chicken, golden Katy Fried Chicken (the healthy KFC alternative), Rouladin, the pizzas of asparagus topped with sour cream, feta and mozzarella and so many more. Even the simple dishes, such as fresh boiled potatoes, dashed with butter and salt, home made sour kraut with a succulent garlic sausage making my plate and pallet.
The baking wasn't half bad, and the competition to beat my brother and father to the treats was all the more part of the family game.
I will not discredit my father's cooking either! Hot breakfasts with the potatoes from the night before fried in onion and cheese, with a fried egg, its golden center spilling on to homemade bread.
Ah the bread. That above all I miss. It started with the Cocodrillo, and escalated from there. A thick crust, with texture, substance, and seeds, the likes of which you could only find in a good bakery.
You miss a good kitchen too. Well stocked with all the basics to build a culinary foundation. I knew where everything was. Ach well. :)
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