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My failed attempts consisted of cookies flat as pancakes, cocktails that tasted like Robitussin, and herb crusted chicken that was just chicken. So, I had to remind myself that cooking involves a passion to do so. I had fallen among those who were just going through the motions. We can't have that, so I had to redeem myself. I decided to run back to what I know. Holiday cooking!! A New Year's Day dinner would be the perfect starter. I didn't go all out though. I kept it simple. In a labor of love, my Crockpot and I produced an AWESOME Boston butt roast using a recipe for a dry rub (definitely a keeper) from A Southern Fairytale. Most of my friends don't eat pork, but the man-child does and I figured since I hadn't really cooked specifically for him in
I really need to buy a camera, but you get the point. Over the last few months, I would score a run. This time I happened to "knock it out the park" with everything. Yes, I know these are my own words, but I also know it happens to be true. How do I know?? Because, the man-child has been eating repeatedly and sleeping for 2 days now.
Lol. So I guess my cooking drought is over. But I'm still curious -am I the only one who finds all these inspiring dishes on Pinterest but the redo falls flat? What's your story?
Until next time, much love and laughter....journey light.