Where do I start?
I’m going to blame my husband.
He thinks I’m an amazing cook.
I think I make things up as I go.
He thinks my food is delicious. Our son agrees.
I think I fudge, substitute and create menus and recipes that look nothing like their originals.
He thinks I’m a genius in the kitchen (who am I to argue with that?).
But secretly, or not so secretly, my cooking method is best known as “I don’t have that…..”