Two Dishes
I must have at least a dozen posts in which I mention that I really don ’ t enjoy cooking. Roland does. If he was not in my life and it was only Jenna and me – well, we ’ d be living on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and milk. I can follow a recipe, but cooking requires heat. I hate the heat. Most of the time I have cooked dinner Roland doesn ’ t like it. It surprises me that there are two things he does request of me. Two Separate dishes: Potato salad and Ham chowder. Neither which I have a recipe for but have done from memory. My mom was not the greatest cook – but then I ’ ve never had a sophisticated pallet and so never saw my mom as a lousy cook. She wasn ’ t lousy. Her food was edible, but it was mostly survival food – at least compared to Roland ’ s. I never tho...