
Man I know this probably sounds like a brag, but I am apparently a fairly good cook/chef.
I've taken 1st place $ in several cooking contests. I cook on Stoves, in Nukes, toaster ovens, on camp fires & Grill well too.
I ate very well. Mom, Wife, Mother in Law, Granma, I was in hog heaven when it came to great food.
But then I got the shaft & she got the goldmine. The "family" was thru with my butt. I had to either cook or eat out.
Let me tell y'all, there's a limit to Burger Chef or Mickey D. I learned to cook instead so like puttin' a 460 into my 66.
I overdid the learnin'. But my new wife, [of the last 30 odd years] has been known to brag because of what I
can do with food. Meats, Pastas, Seafood, Ethnic food, you name it. I can usually get it "great".
Problem with that is when there are big doings, they all want me to be their cook now. That takes the fun out of it for me.
It becomes a chore so now I try to avoid it, except if I feel like cookin' some epicurian, gormet, delight for a regular meal.
It's probably why Mamma keeps my otherwise worthless butt around after all these years, d'ya think?
FBp