In another topic, wow mentioned that his wife is a great cook and he mentioned some of his favorite dishes. I am also blessed to have a wife who is a great cook. unlike wow's wife, mine won't even let me in the kitchen when she is preparing a meal. that's ok with me, as there is no way i am going to make any meal better with my interference.
When we were first married, she had not done much cooking anywhere, whether at home in Germany, or here in USA where she had been working. Right away, she informed me that she wanted to be a good cook and every weekend, she would try something new. With each new endeavor, she did not have to ask, even tho she did, whether i liked the meal. I not only let her know in no uncertain terms how much i liked the meal, but would demonstrate by downing the first helping and a second and even a small third helping. In those days, I not only liked good food, i was always hungry. I had a rep to keep up as being a somewhat healthy eater. My work was strenuous and i need to keep my furnace stoked.
My lady was overjoyed that I would put away so much of her coking ad keep coming back for more. The hangup was, that after 4 or 5 weeks, she started to worry. She began to realize that i would probably eat almost anything. She wasn't too far off in such an assumption.
eventually, she did learn which were my favorites. Deserts, altho she has always done an excellent job with pies, I have never been a great fan of deserts. As a kid, i already was a big eater. while everyone else at a table would be putting away a great desert, my habit was to nibble away at the meat, potatoes and any leftover veggies. My wife eventually realized that, because i would only take one sample of any of her deserts, it ddid not mean rejection. I am just not a desert eated.
There are several dishes that she has prepared thru the years that i especially savor. First, and foremost, and perhaps unusual for any one's favorites list, has always been her meat loaf. Without exception, her's is the absolute very best i have ever had. My mouth waters as i type. Another that she does especially well is her potato salad. German potato salad with, among other ingredients, are a little more vinegar than in most other recipes, and maybe a little more onion when our son is not going to be present. I don't know what else she adds, but it is good. She takes her salad to parties or family gatherings. Those uninitiated will look at that salad that contains no mayonnaise and sort of turn up their noses. They do nnot pass that bowl by a second time. It seems now, that everybdyhas been initiated, that potato salad is always the first to disappear.
Early on, she had never had venison. I no longer hunted as I have had an eye problem all my life. when i got out of high school, i began to think and realize that i was probably a danger in the woods carrying a rifle or shotgun. i sold my artillery, but i still liked to eat game. My wife wanted to learn to cook deer meat. She used several different recipes, and with every try, hers was still the best i had every eaten. One nite, in the wee small hours, as I was plowing snow, i was at the end of my route and invited in to a friends house. sort of a ritual for every storm. While we were sitting at his table drinking coffee, probably a shot of scotch, a bite to eat, my friend asked if I had ever eaten moose. I had not, so he asked if i wanted to take a piece home with me, to which i most heartily agreed. His wife, a great cook herself, interjected, "I think you should ask your wife first. Not everybody likes to eat wild game." to which, I asked to use the phone. The woman said, " I don't think you should call her at two o'clock in the morning. Why don't you ask her in the morning and call us back." My reply was dialing the phone. My wife picked up immediately and she was so excited when i told her of the moose meat that i think every one in the room and the neighbors as well could her her excitement. My friend went hunting in Maine again the next year with the same offer to me as i visited with my plowing project. My wife actually did a great job with the moose.
Coming from Germany, i suspect a lot of people might wonder why i have not mentioned bread. Well, i don't have time to start on that. she no longer makes bread, but while our children were growing up, she made all of our bread along with supplying many friends. i can honestly say, that anybody who expected that a good loaf of bread would be baked by my wife, they would have been disappointed. Not because the loaf was sub par, but why had they not ever tasted such good bread before.
And now, after having ranted on here, i have to go out and check a few driveways. we had a little snow yesterday and some of my steeper driveway may need some sanding.
There are other dishes that she does very well, and I think, better than most. What are some of your favorites that you look forward to, especially this Thanksgiving day. speaking of Thanksgiving, my thank you every day for the past nearly 49 years has been, even tho i often refer to her as being somewhat bossy, which she is not, is to god for the good fortune to have met my very fine cook and best friend. (I'm still only 39)
Tinker
When we were first married, she had not done much cooking anywhere, whether at home in Germany, or here in USA where she had been working. Right away, she informed me that she wanted to be a good cook and every weekend, she would try something new. With each new endeavor, she did not have to ask, even tho she did, whether i liked the meal. I not only let her know in no uncertain terms how much i liked the meal, but would demonstrate by downing the first helping and a second and even a small third helping. In those days, I not only liked good food, i was always hungry. I had a rep to keep up as being a somewhat healthy eater. My work was strenuous and i need to keep my furnace stoked.
My lady was overjoyed that I would put away so much of her coking ad keep coming back for more. The hangup was, that after 4 or 5 weeks, she started to worry. She began to realize that i would probably eat almost anything. She wasn't too far off in such an assumption.
eventually, she did learn which were my favorites. Deserts, altho she has always done an excellent job with pies, I have never been a great fan of deserts. As a kid, i already was a big eater. while everyone else at a table would be putting away a great desert, my habit was to nibble away at the meat, potatoes and any leftover veggies. My wife eventually realized that, because i would only take one sample of any of her deserts, it ddid not mean rejection. I am just not a desert eated.
There are several dishes that she has prepared thru the years that i especially savor. First, and foremost, and perhaps unusual for any one's favorites list, has always been her meat loaf. Without exception, her's is the absolute very best i have ever had. My mouth waters as i type. Another that she does especially well is her potato salad. German potato salad with, among other ingredients, are a little more vinegar than in most other recipes, and maybe a little more onion when our son is not going to be present. I don't know what else she adds, but it is good. She takes her salad to parties or family gatherings. Those uninitiated will look at that salad that contains no mayonnaise and sort of turn up their noses. They do nnot pass that bowl by a second time. It seems now, that everybdyhas been initiated, that potato salad is always the first to disappear.
Early on, she had never had venison. I no longer hunted as I have had an eye problem all my life. when i got out of high school, i began to think and realize that i was probably a danger in the woods carrying a rifle or shotgun. i sold my artillery, but i still liked to eat game. My wife wanted to learn to cook deer meat. She used several different recipes, and with every try, hers was still the best i had every eaten. One nite, in the wee small hours, as I was plowing snow, i was at the end of my route and invited in to a friends house. sort of a ritual for every storm. While we were sitting at his table drinking coffee, probably a shot of scotch, a bite to eat, my friend asked if I had ever eaten moose. I had not, so he asked if i wanted to take a piece home with me, to which i most heartily agreed. His wife, a great cook herself, interjected, "I think you should ask your wife first. Not everybody likes to eat wild game." to which, I asked to use the phone. The woman said, " I don't think you should call her at two o'clock in the morning. Why don't you ask her in the morning and call us back." My reply was dialing the phone. My wife picked up immediately and she was so excited when i told her of the moose meat that i think every one in the room and the neighbors as well could her her excitement. My friend went hunting in Maine again the next year with the same offer to me as i visited with my plowing project. My wife actually did a great job with the moose.
Coming from Germany, i suspect a lot of people might wonder why i have not mentioned bread. Well, i don't have time to start on that. she no longer makes bread, but while our children were growing up, she made all of our bread along with supplying many friends. i can honestly say, that anybody who expected that a good loaf of bread would be baked by my wife, they would have been disappointed. Not because the loaf was sub par, but why had they not ever tasted such good bread before.
And now, after having ranted on here, i have to go out and check a few driveways. we had a little snow yesterday and some of my steeper driveway may need some sanding.
There are other dishes that she does very well, and I think, better than most. What are some of your favorites that you look forward to, especially this Thanksgiving day. speaking of Thanksgiving, my thank you every day for the past nearly 49 years has been, even tho i often refer to her as being somewhat bossy, which she is not, is to god for the good fortune to have met my very fine cook and best friend. (I'm still only 39)
Tinker
