Ive had two moms in my life; the one who gave birth to me and the one who raised me. Both were great parents (my birth mom is still alive and we are very close), but good cooks they were not.
Growing up I thought that boiled was the standard for cooking. My adopted mom boiled everything - steak (sirloin no less) and her white sauce was so thick I could stand a spoon up in the pot. My birth mom was a professional woman who didn't have a lot of time to cook. Everything went into one baking dish and went under the grill. A gravy (if I was lucky) or tomato sauce on the side.
Cooking for me when I was young was a case of self preservation..it became a passion later.
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