Breakfast For Supper

You all do know I am an authentic Georgia Peach, born and raised. I know some call it dinner, but sometimes it is supper. As much as I hate cooking, people I do it for make no noise, but thank you. I hate the time involved, but I know how to cook. No one ever leaves food on their plates (because by the time I served, they were about ready to be measured for a coffin). They often say, “Thank you; it was delicious.”

Tonight was steak and eggs; all jazzed up. I have been a single mom for most of Alex’s life. We never afforded “prime cuts,” round steaks were our go-to steak. They are a little tough, but if you cook them easy, they are better than hamburgers (of which I am no fan).

The eggs got extra-sharp cheddar, ham, and salad tomatoes (one of my favorite snacks).

I had not cooked these in a long time, three years or more, so I did not do it as well as I would have liked. Tasted great, though, and that counts for something. See, I hate to waste time in the kitchen. Too much creating to do. Walking too. I must walk because I love to eat.

Unretouched photo. I wanted to share, but my steps are behind.

We enjoyed it, and maybe I will do it again in the future.

I hope you are ready for February, cause it will not wait.

Have fun. Keep creating. Love everyone; you have opportunity because the world needs love and understanding.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This is a phone post if you find errors blame Samsung because I am sure on the computer it would be impeccable

Casting Cooking Spells

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Those of you who know, and hey, if you don’t here is the news: Fact – I hate to cook. I “cast the spell” and prayed for aid in making spaghetti tonight after not having done it in a while.

When I said a while, it is over two maybe even three years since I have done my hybrid-homemade spaghetti. Mom always said mine was the best she ever ate, but she helped with cutting fresh veggies because I am a disaster with knives as pertains to cooking. She also advised on timing and such.

Tonight I had to do it on my own, with Prego base and frozen veggies, and my unknowable, magical mix of spices.

I gave Alex, my son, a large plate. It came back empty, and there were no complaints. My mouth, on the other hand, was on fire, but yeah, I shall survive.

The prayers and “spell-casting” must have worked. If you saw the way I handle spices, you might think I was conjuring things.

I am a past Dungeon Master and played some Advanced Dungeons & Dragons magic users, all pretend my dears, creativity unleashed. So I mix it up a bit.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan