Grandma knows a few things about cooking

I have discovered recently that I love cooking. The thrill of creating tasty dishes from scratch tickles my Betty Crocker soul.

Inspired by countless years of helping my grandma Jackson in the kitchen spawned a cooking demon in me with the fiery passion of kerosine soaked grill.

A tasty seasoned pork chop coupled with a healthy serving of steamed vegetables began my humble descent into the depths replicating my grandma's. The easy, healthy(ish) dish gave me confidence to expand my repertoire to other yummy yet healthy meals.

Though my grandma taught me how to navigate a kitchen, she was laden with
unhealthy cooking habits from the beginning of the 20th century. Her delicious meals built on whole
milk, high fat butter and heavy salt, with pans lubricated with lard.

The tastes didn't quite match up after replacing her fattening ingredients
with healthier alternatives, but I was more interested in
replicating her methods, not her heart attacks.

Now that I'm able to make a multitude of dishes, (mostly in southern
cooking style) cooking has taken on a new meaning. I'm not just cooking to
feed myself, It's starting to be fun. I'm even beginning to
take on my grandma's attitudes towards others enjoyment of food.

"Are you hungry? Want me to make you something?"

"How did those biscuits turn out? They taste a little dry to me."

I think the enjoyment of cooking will only propel me towards other
dishes, deserts and snacks, becoming easier and faster with every
trial.

Unfortunately my Grandma won't be around to see my cooking
pinnacle, so every opportunity learn from her experience and show her
the progress I've made. Knowing her cooking styles and experience will be
transcended to another generation or two will make her proud.