1967, I turned 11 years old and for my birthday my granny gave me my first cookbook. My brother, sister and I often made something out of it for our parents usually on Sunday evenings for dinner and then we would have some kind of a performance for them. The recipes are SUPER simplified. I happened to have a fairly damaged bag of potato chips and it made me remember the potato chip chicken recipe and thought I would relive my childhood a bit. It was pretty good I must say. Here's to memories
See it's in my lap. This was my birthday and our cousin Vicki came to celebrate with us.
And the creamed corn is homemade, from freshly shucked corn! Yup, I can cook!
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