Single-serving

Oh how I wish I had paid more attention to my mother {Martha} in the kitchen.

Growing up, I had daily opportunities to be her southern sous chef but, I let it pass me by.  A precious gift she had to offer, I regretfully failed to receive.

Every weekday, she had dinner on the table when Dad got home from work, as well as, Sunday’s after church.

The flavors.

Those iron skillets.

She was an excellent southern cook and canner and baker and gardener.

Every meal, birthday cake, harvested fruit and veggie, whether freshly served or canned, contained an ingredient only she could supply.  Her love.  The tangible marinated in the intangible.

She loved cooking for others.  If you ever ate from her kitchen, you knew you were receiving a gift from her.  She taught me the food is not the experience, per say.  It is the experience the food is serving.

Personally, I have my go-to dishes and meals I can prepare well.  The fake it until you make it things in life.  I am not the worst cook in the world but, I certainly am not on track to becoming a caterer in the near future.

Single-serving is where my easy-peasy recipes and I think I am the ‘Next Food Network Star’ attempts, with a dash of some single shenanigans, will be posted.

I cannot guarantee any nutritional value will be found here whatsoever.  I do guarantee some deliciousness and delightfulness will be served up.