Tavi

I grew up in New England. My ancestors far enough back were even Puritans who came on the second Mayflower. So one of the dishes I grew up with was pot roast. Like most of the food my parents made it was bland and tasteless and I hated it. (My parents were pretty terrible cooks, on top of the traditional)

Then over this weekend there was this nice cut of roast on a managers special and kinda without thinking I made a pot roast, but following my developing instincts in the kitchen instead of what I was raised with.

And oh my gods it turned out so good.

Got up this morning and started a crock pot full of red beans and rice and a stock pot full of the veggie scraps I've been saving to make vegetable stock for soup with.. Before breakfast. This makes me an adult? Right? This is that 'adulting' thing I've heard of? Meh. It's going to be a lot of good food my house mate and I can eat for weeks.