Mine? It has a couple extra Christmas cookie recipes and one for ice cream sandwiches.
To be fair? I can rock a mean cookie platter, but cooking is not for me. I know there are many friends out there snickering under their collective breath that I sell cookware now. I deserve it. But, I'm out to learn one thing: how to make it easier. My mother has been cooking for me for thirty years (31, as of tomorrow), and I know she will for many more decades to come. However, I feel like now's my time to step up. To show her I can do it. To pay homage to the fact that her recipes will not go to waste. Instead, I will learn them, and new ones, and make her a dinner some day that will make her proud.
With this past weekend, I spent my second mother's day away from my mom. It doesn't get any easier. Especially knowing those 2000 miles aren't going to shrink any time soon, separation is difficult. In honor of my mother this weekend, even though I knew she wouldn't be there to enjoy it, I made one of her recipes... Mama Gliwa's French Toast Strata. She hasn't trademarked it, yet, but real talk, she could if she wanted. She could bring dictators to their knees for want of it's awesome-ness. In fact...
Yep. That's all that was left. That dish was cleaned out like the Rapture was coming. It was probably the top of everyone's 'must get seconds of' list, and rightfully so. I would give you the recipe, but then I'd have to kill you, so here's one that's pretty darn close. Thank you mom, for your recipe seeking ways, to help me impress my in-laws, and their friends, on a day when I should be sharing this with you.
PS: the Carmalized Rosemary Pears were amazing. I'll gladly make you that recipe the next time we are in the same state. You'll love them!