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PinkTiger (1000+ posts) Wed Jan-09-08 12:57 AMOriginal message Another cooking "haunting" to report. Many of you may remember i have talked in the past about my empathic abilities, which are limited but interesting to me, at least, and my cooking with dead chefs. The way it works is, when I go to a new city or country, and start wondering how their food is cooked, I am visited and followed home by chefs who work with me in the kitchen until I get it right. I am often amazed by this - and a little piqued, too, because when the chef fades, the cooking does, too, just a little. I had another visitation, a very interesting one - over Christmas I wanted to make my mother-in-law's bread recipe; I never really knew her - she died two years before i met my husband - but I found her recipe in a box of photos, and decided to make it this Christmas. I felt she was there, all the way, working with me on the bread, which turned out very well. Now, another thing - when I was a teenager, my first job was a waitressing position at a small local cafe. I worked there for four summers, and loved to sit in the kitchen with the cook/owner, Carl, and talk about life. He would be fixing stuff and I would be talking. Two things he made, I would love to be able to make well. One I can - the garlic toast - that was simple. But the Coleslaw recipe, which was a trade secret, he kept under wraps. Last week, after a long battle with Alzheimer's Disease, Carl passed away. Last night he told me to make coleslaw, and I did, and in my kitchen, as he told me what to put in it, I marveled at its simplicity and said "of course! I should have known, I saw you make this so many times."He laughed and told me I was never paying attention."You were too busy flapping your jaws!"But he swore me to secrecy on the recipe. Sorry.I just love it.
Coleslaw, eh? As in a dish made with cabbage?Special Agent Cab Badge goes behind enemy lines once more. I'll have to ask him how he made the DUmmie hallucinate the chefs.