Here is me and my mom. She came with me to a talk. ...she often comes with me to my talks. She often comes with me to everything actually. She came to every play and dance recital and choir performance. Sometimes the play runs would be long and we'd perform Friday, Saturday, and Monday for like two months and she'd be there each time.
She's an awesome cook and even wrote a cookbook back in the 70s called "Poultry for Paupers." Hee hee. She says food tastes better when it's beautiful and you can't eat a PBJ at her house that's not "pretty." She doesn't drink out of anything that doesn't have a stem.
She came to my house and made egg burritos for me and Whit (it was the only "meat" in my house. We're moving and haven't had time to get to the store). Anyway, she's awesome at making something out of nothing so she created elaborate egg burritos with all the contents of my fridge.
I loved them. So good. There was a sweet/spicy taste. Afterward I asked her what she put in them so I could do it next time. She told me she used a lot of jalapenos ans the enchilada chipotle sauce from my fridge.
"The what?" I asked.
"Enchilada Chipolte sauce."
"What? I don't have any of that. I don't even know what it is."
She went to the fridge and got out a jar - the label clearly read: Enchilada Chipotle.
I laughed.
My "Enchilada Chipotle sauce." AKA: strawberry freezer jam in an old jar.
...and apperantly the secret ingredient for great egg burritos.
