Here we go with another food question. Come on WordPress! How many times do I have to tell you about me and food? As in, I don’t eat much because I take medicine that kills my appetite, and 2, I don’t like cooking. My husband is the foodie and takes pride in cooking these amazing dishes. In fact, a couple people that I work with are still marveling over the pictures of his homemade pizza that I shared with them. They are mostly fascinated by the fact that he meticulously puts the pizza toppings in single file lines:
But as far as my specialty, I guess I could say it’s my mom’s potato salad recipe. After all, my husband said that’s why he married me. He’s kidding though. He married me for the potato salad and the deviled eggs.
I don’t have a picture of the potato salad. It wouldn’t look different than any other potato salad quite honestly. It’s also a very basic recipe. Potatoes, celery, onions, hard-boiled eggs, and Miracle Whip. That’s it.
The deviled eggs are super simple too…Miracle Whip, Hellman’s Mayonnaise, and yellow mustard. Sprinkle some paprika on top and garnish with a little slice of green olive.
These deviled eggs are something else, I swear. They make me hardcore relate to this meme:
Other than those two things, I’ve got nothin’. Maybe my ranch potatoes could qualify? My husband told me about these and helped me perfect them. So they’re really not even my specialty. More like his idea that I just replicate for dinners when I want to make something comforting.
All you do is microwave some yellow potatoes. Slice them and lay them on a baking sheet and then put a little bit of butter and ranch dressing on each slice. Sprinkle on the salt and pepper and throw them under the broiler until the ranch gets a little bubbly and brown. That’s all there is to it. Simple. Yet so satisfying with some broccoli and a chicken breast covered in barbecue sauce.
There’s other things too, but again, super simple, nothing that I would consider a specialty. Just good food. That I don’t eat anymore because I have no appetite and never feel like cooking. It is what it is.
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