I am glad you gave an alternative to molasses. I have never had molasses in my kitchen, unless it were taffy.
Regarding Footnote #10....Clarification: You were allowed in the kitchen. You just could not use it to cook, especially after I found you making recipe concoctions with toothpaste, shampoo, liquid soap, and assorted plastic toys in your bathroom sink at age 8. You fostered your own curiosity! Who needed a working kitchen?
I have stopped carrying my Kindle for trips to the coffee house. I take a REAL book, and I've had some great conversations because of it. Even the baristas will ask about the cover and why I chose it, leading to a super interesting conversation about my early retirement and her innocent envy of same. Quite a good reminder that there are nice things about it, as well as the inevitable doubt over my decision. I like being the white haired sage who reads old style. 😉. And, although my lovely avatar is a cow, your Asian beef short ribs sound FAB!
I am glad you gave an alternative to molasses. I have never had molasses in my kitchen, unless it were taffy.
Regarding Footnote #10....Clarification: You were allowed in the kitchen. You just could not use it to cook, especially after I found you making recipe concoctions with toothpaste, shampoo, liquid soap, and assorted plastic toys in your bathroom sink at age 8. You fostered your own curiosity! Who needed a working kitchen?
I love you, child of mine.
The context makes the story less memorable!
I have stopped carrying my Kindle for trips to the coffee house. I take a REAL book, and I've had some great conversations because of it. Even the baristas will ask about the cover and why I chose it, leading to a super interesting conversation about my early retirement and her innocent envy of same. Quite a good reminder that there are nice things about it, as well as the inevitable doubt over my decision. I like being the white haired sage who reads old style. 😉. And, although my lovely avatar is a cow, your Asian beef short ribs sound FAB!
There's nothing better than carrying a physical book around! I, too, one day hope to be a white-haired sage reading tomes in the old style!
Let me know if you end up trying the short ribs... if I were a cow, and destined to be eaten, I would hope to be cooked in such a loving manner!
For whom?
For those to whom I am trying to convey the totalitarianism of your kitchen!
That’s harsh.