Mom’s lentils with rice and bacon are bomb. Even if you usually don’t like that stuff the way she prepares them… you would love them.
Also her ceviche… Delicious.
Mom’s lentils with rice and bacon are bomb. Even if you usually don’t like that stuff the way she prepares them… you would love them.
Also her ceviche… Delicious.
Funnily enough, the men in my family are the cooks, normally!
My step-grandmother, though… She knew how to bake. It didn’t matter what she decided to make, it would turn out delicious. She refined a Black Forest cake recipe from scratch, I’ve never had another one like it. The moistness of the cake, icing just rich enough to make a statement, cherries that were the perfect ripeness.
She ruined that cake for me. I know a part of it is the memories, all the time wrapped around when she would bake that, but if I had one wish, it would be to have one more slice.
Give me the recipe
I’m trying to get my own hands on it, but all of her cookbooks are in boxes that currently reside with my grandfather’s new wife, who has made it her mission to piss on everything of his old life, even his family.