The little things

First I have to give myself a pat on the back. I have made dinner two nights in a row now. I know what you are thinking. How pathetic is that? Whoop-t-doo! This has been one of may goals to start making more meals for my family. I think it will help our weight and or bank account. I'm just taking baby steps, but cooking is one of the steps I have to take!



My grandma Bilyeu (said blue) was the BEST cook in the world. If you ever got to eat her food, you would know this to be the truth. She passed away when I was 15. The pastor that did her funeral said that she was making the marriage supper of the lamb and when she was finished getting everything ready that Christ would return. That is how good she was! At Christmas and Thanksgiving we couldn't even sit at the table for all the food she would make. She would make anything and everything that we loved. She loved to cook! I never got to get any lessons from her.



My mom and my aunt can cook just like my grandma. I never went hungry growing up because my mom was such a great cook. They are what we call a country cook. The BEST kind of cook.



I have never been a cook. I like to bake, but cooking is not my forte. Since being married, Dan has done most the cooking. I do try from time to time and he humors me and says it was good.



One thing that we like to eat kind of often is breakfast for dinner. I LOVE biscuits and gravy. The rest of the family can live without it. I crave it sometimes. I have tried to make gravy several times. The first time I ever made it, it looked like oatmeal. Total FAIL! My mom has tried showing me over and over. Yet still I fail.



We decided that we were going to have breakfast for dinner tonight and I tried my hand at gravy again. I tried and it just didn't work. I had left enough grease to try again if my first attempt failed. The second time around I called in the big guns, my mom. I did just what she said. As I was cooking it I kept getting more and more excited as it began to look more and more like gravy. Could it be that I actually did it right this time? When I thought it was finish, I tasted it. I had done it. I MADE GRAVY!!!! Me, Stephanie Michelle Pingel MADE GRAVY!!! I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe my taste buds. I did it! I did IT! I DID IT!!! Had I been alone I would have danced around the kitchen. It was one moment I will never forget! I know it's problably sad that I would get so excited over gravy, but after the year we have had, I will take the little things.




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