I'm very close to my mom.
She is the only person I can talk to on the phone for hours and still feel like I have more to say at the end of the conversation. I call her when I'm getting my oil changed, or need advice, or a recipe for something I want to recreate for the blog or a dinner party (like the broccoli rice and cheese casserole).
Now recently, I think Mom feels I haven't been giving credit where credit is due on this here food blog. I'm often referring to my dad's cooking habits when we were kids, which usually had to do with the fact that my Dad when my mom was at work. And honestly as a kid, my brothers and I often couldn't stand my Dad's cooking, especially "Dad's Special Pancakes" (I don't want to ruin the surprise, I'll probably blog about them eventually.
What my mom did for my cooking habits is equally as priceless as my dad's renegade, recipe ignoring style. She taught me the basics. Things I cook ALL the time when eating is necessary and frozen food won't cut it. I remember my mom making me stir the risotto, and the first time we made pasta from scratch, and how scary it was cutting up my first chicken (chickens do still feel a little creepy when being prepared whole, but not so creepy I won't touch them)
But my favorite staple Mom taught me to make, aside from Shake'n'bake pork chops (which are really fucking good, for the record) is tuna salad. Tuna salad represents a day when men aren't around. God only knows why that is, but Mom and I would make tuna salad and mix it with pasta and eat it until we rolled out of the kitchen, only to come back for more hours later. And for some reason there were never any men around when we made it. My dad would be on a business trip or my brothers at soccer games and this would be an easy, quick meal we would both always be in the mood for. On top of that, you rarely need to make a trip to the store to make tuna salad since celery and mayo are always in the fridge, and onions always in the cupboards.
Sunday mornings are all about Kate. Kyle is at work until 3 or 4, and I can do whatever I want without male distraction. This usually involves client meetings, editing and more recently going to the gym. Today it meant fending for myself for lunch, and just you guess what was in the fridge and cupboards. Tuna, celery, onions and mayo. I was also in the good graces of having purchased a bag of avocados last week, with one perfectly ripe alligator pear just asking to be fanned across the top of my open faced sandwich.
Don't forget mom, you also made me eat whole wheat bread growing up and even though I would have died for a wonderbread sandwich at the age of 8, nothing with enriched all purpose flour crosses the threshold into my kitchen these days... unless I'm baking cookies. I even eat the crusts ;)