It’s a well known fact in my family that my mother cannot cook to save her life. In my fifteen years of knowing her, I only have two, very grim memories of consuming her “creations,” both of which involve eggs-gone-wrong. It will only be in times of great despair that I wish to eat what she cooks. I love you mom, but you can’t cook.
This summer, my parents opened up a bed and breakfast, “Cliff Walk Cottage on The Sea,” and I have been working on some recipes which can be served as pre-dinner hors d’oeuvres. I have a recipe for a “Lima Bean and Cilantro Salad” in my book, “Cook Your Way Through The S.A.T.,” that can easily be turned into a dip. This recipe only calls for measuring, counting, and opening some cans. It’s so simple, even my mom might be able to master it. Just kidding.
As Ina Garten would say, “How easy is that?”