One of the reasons that I continue to write this blog is to share my recipes with all of you. The other reason, which seems somewhat selfish, is that it turns out that narrating my life on this blog has become therapeutic for me.
My husband may disagree, but I would describe myself as "non-confrontational" and it's always been easier for me to write down my thoughts and feelings than to express them verbally. I wrote letters to my kids on special days, like their last day of high school, because I knew that I would be way too emotional to be able to express what I was feeling in that moment. How do I tell your son how much he means to me on his wedding day when I couldn't even get through the rehearsal dinner without tears? Letters help me to get my all of my thoughts out of my head.
Putting my stories in writing also helps me recognize the ridiculousness and absurdity of situations. Remember the day that I got kicked out of the grocery store for taking pictures? 😂📷Driving home that day, I thought that was the most embarrassing and humiliating thing that ever happened to me. Then I started to journal it on my blog. As I typed the story, I began to realize just how illogical and hilarious it was.
The process of journalling on this blog helps me sort things out when I'm upset too. It's a great place for me to vent when I'm angry. You have no idea how many times I rant on the blog without ever pushing the publish button. Just being able to get my thoughts onto the page, makes me feel better. This is also a great place to share when I'm bursting with pride over something that my kids are doing. (Saves me from group texting my entire contact list. 😂)
My Story in Recipes helps me keep things in perspective. The recipes that I share are not what's really important. I do hope that in some small way, my stories will touch the lives of the people who read them. I hope that you can relate to them in some small way or at the very least, that they make you laugh at my ridiculousness. We all have struggles and I'm here to share my joys and my trials and this crazy life of mine with all of you. I hope that it brings you some amusement.
I don't mean to imply that the recipes on my blog are irrelevant. They're simply a by product of my life story. Food is such a big part of my life that I really couldn't tell my story without including food. Taste is the sense that's most closely connected to my memory. It's not unusual for me to forget places or even people that I met last month but I DO remember specific meals that I ate ten years ago.
I had my first Cuban sandwich in Florida a few years ago. I have vivid memories of the bright blue and yellow tiles that lined the walls in the restaurant. I can still hear the crunch of hungry patrons sitting near me, nibbling on homemade potato chips. Smell the aroma of spicy roasted pork lofting out of the kitchen. But for the life of me, I have no idea WHAT the restaurant was called or WHY I was in that particular place on that day. (See what I mean about food memories?) Today, I'm recreating that mouth watering Cuban Sandwich.
1/4 cup mojo from cuban pork
1/4 cup mayonnaise
12 ounces deli ham
10 ounces thinly sliced cuban pork
3 ounces deli Genoa Salami
6 ounces deli Swiss cheese
16 dill pickle chips
1/4 cup yellow mustard
4 Tablespoons butter, cut into 4 pieces
Today's the day it all comes together. All the hard work to make the roast pork and the cuban bread pays off today. Yes, they're both delicious recipes on their own but when you combine them into one - you achieve sandwich perfection.
Like my page on facebook.
Follow me on Instagram