OOH, my Mom’s green chilli.
My Mom’s green chilli. Oh what I would do just one more big pot of New Years Day Green chili. That was a family tradition. There were not many in my family. But that was one.
I live in England now. Led estray by my Englishman. Led very happily estray.
England is different to the US in many ways. Many ways I prefer it. There are a few I don’t. One being I can’t get the correct chili for green chili. I love every little bit of my house. Except the north facing garden. They would not grow if I tried.
One more difference is the availability of ready meals. Entire aisles are dedicated to them at the grocery. In the frozen section there is hardly any. It seems like it should be the same in the US. This took me awhile to figure out. I think the difference in the welfare system. These meals in both places are aimed at people who either can not be bothered to cook healthy meals. Or do not have the time.
In the US Food stamps will not buy you ready meals. In the UK they give you cash to spend as you will when on welfare/ benefits. (This is probably more for my political blog. That may surface one day. When I feel like wasting some time on our stupid politicians. On either side of the pond. Of late they have not been worthy of my 2-year-old play time. She deserves it. They Do Not.)
People I know eat only ready meals. This seems alien to me. I feel guilty every Friday feeding my husband and daughter frozen fish, chips and a tin of mushy peas.
I rejoice in cooking for my family.
I will enter the New Year with plans for more home cooked food for my family.
I will enter the New year with plans to share here more often. To share recipes and cafes I love. Some far and wide and some here on my door step.
I will write recipes for the standards in my head. Some how I will figure out how to give you my recipe for my greeny goddess dressing, well kinda.
When I jumped across the pond there where some things I missed more than others. Salad dressings. I did not realize I equated restaurants to their dressings. Blue Cheese at Patsy’s, The Sanctuary and long gone Applegates landing. Olive Gardens, crack vinaigrette. I do not know what they do with that but I’ve had dreams about it.
I will spend my year ahead focusing on the new, treasuring the old.
I will share with you my old loves. Patsy’s, The Sanctuary … and so many others, There are words I’d love to share about these.
I don’t know if you can a restaurant you have not been to in 10 years. I will give it ago. I will share my loves here. I will share my joys.
We will cook and plan. Cook for our families and plan our futures.
This year will be one filled with joy. I hope you’ll join me.
The Biggest of Happy New Years to you and yours.