VirgysKitchenandGarden

I woke up with sandwich in my brain.  Ray Charles (R.I.P.) should have recorded another song for this occasion: "Sandwich on My Mind." This idea became more elaborate by the second. Introducing waffle-cheese-omelet-shrimp sandwich! Wow!! Drizzle the top waffle with honey (optional). --Frances Ohanenye maintains this visual "cookbook" that features processes and ingredients in pictures. The offerings have evolved into vegetarian and food-allergy recipes. Other cooks and chefs should calibrate according to their locale, availability, and preference. Click on "Open Source Cooking" (http://www.virgyskitchenandgarden.com/p/kitchen-sample.html) for additional information. Thanks for visiting.

This marmalade-egg sandwich has saved me uncountable times at work. I have a few minutes to assemble the sandwich, brew my tea, and wolf everything down before students arrive at my door. I pre-boil the egg the day before so that it will cool completely. I leave the Keurig my daughter gave me at work for a quick tea brew. Start from the bottom and work upwards. --Frances Ohanenye maintains this visual "cookbook" that features processes and ingredients in pictures. The offerings have evolved into vegetarian and food-allergy recipes. Other cooks and chefs should calibrate according to their locale, availability, and preference. Click on "Open Source Cooking" (http://www.virgyskitchenandgarden.com/p/kitchen-sample.html) for additional information. Thanks for visiting.

In a previous post, I mentioned that the cooking bug caught me when I went to New York three weeks prior, so my Godson and I went grocery shopping. I had abstained from meat and fish for weeks, but something about Queens caused me to slip.  I had been looking for goat meat in the Houston area for weeks, but I couldn't find it. Queens had an abundance, so I decided to use it in the okro/okra soup I was hankering for. This was the tastiest okro soup I have made to date. Someone later validated this biased opinion of mine. Generalization: In my experience, most African women (and I have close friends from many African countries) are egocentric about their culinary skills. The way they cook and how their food tastes are the right and the only way. From that experience, when my female friends come to visit, 1. I take them out to eat; 2. I let them cook, or 3. We order and come home to eat.  The few friends whom I have bothered to cook for have praised my cooking. Still, I have received