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When my mother left, my father really didn't know how to cook. He did his best but some dinners weren't so good. We got used to the 'nutty' taste of burnt chicken and potatoes. Me and my brothers complained all the time. The only compliment he got was when we asked for seconds or thirds. He took it well. I have a very different perspective on it now, years later. I can feel your success. Congratulations!
my father was a good cook, was an absolute ass and never cooked. "that's woman's work"
when mom had to start working for us to make ends meet, he was left home to cook dinner for us kids.
one night he made spaghetti. noodles done, but couldn't find any sauce. desperate, he just made his own with whatever we had on hand.
best damn spaghetti I have ever had.
I must have inherited his knack for it. I come up with some wild dishes that actually turn out pretty good. I cook weird comfort foods.
one time I made teriyaki coconut chicken with honeydew and cantaloupe.
we had chicken, and the melons were going bad so I had to use what I could. the coconut was just some coconut milk from a can.
pan seared/cooked the chicken in teriyaki sauce tossed in chunks of melon after they were cooked and let them soften up a bit. and then added about 1/4 can of coconut milk to simmer.
served with white rice. and it was pretty good.
I know those circumstances. It's amazing how good it can be with a few simple ingredients and a bit of skill.