Home cooks are like the house band at a neighborhood bar. We're not the chef headliners at the big name venues. No we're the everyday, get that shit done while making it fun, with love and looking purdy. The working artists. We cook to live. Sometimes we cook with amazing fresh ingredients but more so with a whole lot of everyday common foods. The basics. And after a particular age you have to ditch many items in your bag of tricks. You know, the stuff that always makes the party? The cheese, the fat, the high heat. Age has a way of cockblocking your fun actually. Or tries to. But you can deceive her Elderliness. Make your own new definitions of remarkable.
To create is sometimes all I need to feel human.
I had some million dollar organic, no nitrate chicken sausage from the corner market but only a red potato and some yellow grape tomatoes. I did a hash and topped it with soft eggs. Salt, pepper and the only condiment needed was squirts of Louisiana Hot Sauce.
So remember, tip your waitress. Thank you and goodnight!
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