Momma's cooking vs your cooking

I enjoyed my Mother's cooking more than I do my own. She was not professionally trained and did not always use a proper technique, but her love came through in every meal she served and that is paramount to good cooking.

I enjoy cooking; my mother did not. She made a real effort to see we ate well and the ingredients were always good but her heart and mind was not in cooking. She liked to work and had a job as an office... keep reading →

My cooking hands down. I don't think my mother ever really enjoyed cooking. She also grew up in an era where Betty Crocker ruled and didn't have the experience of eating in a lot of ethnic restaurants to broaden her food sensibilities. I've been very lucky in that regard.

I think my cooking will never be as good as my moms. She could make anything and it was fabulous. She never went to any kind of sooking school but her experience came from cooking three meals a day seven days a week. And she made some dishes that I actually crave to this day. I think when you love to cook you just get really good at it. It has to come from somewhere within you. I know when I don't feel like cooking a certain dish it just doesn't come out right. Even though I've made it hundreds of times. But when I want to make a certain dish it comes out so perfect. So i think we can all be good cooks. With plenty of practice but you also need to have a certain love for it. Now cooking as good as my mom, maybe someday..

Both! I learned to love to cook because my mother wasn't afraid to let me make a mess. She didn't love to cook like I do, but was happy to let me learn and love. By the time I was 13 or 14 I was cook supper every evening and I enjoyed. Today I cook for my family and enjoy making things from scratch and trying new flavors and combinations. Her food is still yummy when I visit, but I like mine too.

I learned to cook as a boy scout. The last award I received before quitting scouting was the 360 night camping award. If you spend a year of your life camping, you learn to cook or starve. Growing up I loved both of my grandmothers cooking as well as my Mom’s. Both my grandmothers are gone and while my Mom still gets around, her cooking is not what it used to be. Luckily I spent hour watching all three cook and can closely recreate their best dishes.