The Secret Ingredient
When I was little my dad did just about all the cooking for his kids (and dogs).
There were a lot of us.
I lost count how many kids there were, because the kids would bring friends home and then some of the kids had kids so there were kids a plenty.
My dad would cook up anything that went a million ways.
I am no stranger to Mac' n Cheese, and Sir Sloppy Joe and our family go way back. Hamburger Helper was a staple, and eggs fried up with leftover everythings was a mainstay. There were stews and menudo, albondigas and pieces of bread filled with sandwich meats like bologna and turkey. If FMV made it, we bought it.
And on everything,
went Tabasco.
I crawled downstairs this morning for an early breakfast of Mac n' Cheese instead of the usual Raisin Bran. (Must be a sudden pregnancy thing, because I also had to have it for lunch).
I boiled the noodles (okay microwaved them, let's be honest, I'm not Martha Stewart)... and I reached for the milk. I generously poured in the cheesy packets and black pepper, stirring to just the right non-descript questionable orangey-yellow color. And just before I grabbed my spoon I grabbed the industrial-sized bottle of Tabasco from the pantry and dashed it along the top.
I always have the big bottle from Costco, because it is the Little Black Dress of my pantry, and goes with almost everything.
Our boring affordable food of yester-year was always razzle-dazzled by daddy's generous Tabasco pouring. It was like faerie dust. Our food went from drab to fab.
Kinda.
So I have adopted daddy's almost-famous-kinda-secret ingredient into my own cooking (microwaving).
Today I am a total advocate for adding Tabasco as the secret ingredient to your cooking, as well. A sprinkle here and a dash there does wonders for the palate and sinuses alike.
But don't try to be a hero- when I say "dash" and "sprinkle" I mean a miniscule amount for you first-timers.
You don't get a tabasco award for using more than that. You really gotta' ease yourself into it.
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