Princess just loves telling me what rules and foods she's going to have for her future children. Today we made zucchini muffins and she asked with gusto after her first buttered muffin if I could please write this recipe down so she can make it for her kids. lol!
I remember my Mom's zucchini bread. Oh, that stuff was so great. Like her strawberry bread, cinnamon rolls, homemade bread with chicken soup, and believe it or not I still occasionally crave that tuna-cheddar chowder with buttered toast. Oh, and those rolls stuffed with that egg and olive stuff (hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it. They were super-tasty).
Then there's Dad's potato salad! He always made enough of that to feed a whole houseful of people at the grandfolks' house, with leftovers for a couple of days afterward.
He also used to make jokes about omelets. Or... maybe we thought he was joking sometimes and then it evolved into really being a joke. Anyway, every leftover we had we would say that Dad was going to make an omelet out of it. Spaghetti, pizza, potato soup, enchiladas, chili, hotdogs, you name it, we thought of and laughed at and reviled the idea of them all. Then, years later, it occurred to me that many of these formerly gross omelets actually sounded pretty yummy. And who doesn't love a good chili and cheese omelet?
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