Remember way back when… when you would stumble into your parents room , (a trail of orange juice following behind you on the white carpet), head held high, proudly holding your tray of goods you so carefully made , and the look on your parents face’s when they saw what you had made them this time. ...I loved to experiment in the kitchen , and held no fear of mixing any two ingredients together, sometimes it was burnt toast with peanut butter and mustard , with a side of freshly fried lettuce,... other times it was ” Cheerio sandwiches” , or “Banana and egg Omelets”. I no longer bring my parents breakfast in bed , ( lucky for them ), and though my cooking skills have greatly increased , I still have never lost my sense of adventure when it comes to combining different ingredients , but these days I tend only to test them solely on myself…. that and sometimes the dog….
