Anyway I was thinking about food and cooking.
My Dad is a very picky eater and likes minimal seasoning on his food. He was paying the bills so that's what I grew up eating. Eventually I learned cooking on my own.
When we had the deli it lost a lot of money. It was basically food provided at cost to the Postal Workers so we could have the vending machine business. It always lost money because 1. the prices were too low and 2. they didn't respect us a as a real business.
For a while we sold baked potatoes, for instance. We would provide it with a scoop of butter, a scoop of imitation sour cream, a scoop of hot BBQ beef, and shredded cheese on top. We offered this for a few dollars. You can see the problem. Anyway one night a guy brought in a plain baked potato he had made at home, he wanted us to put all our toppings on it, for a quarter. Just the cheese would have cost the quarter. We said no of course, in a rage, he destroyed Ron's long white cane. Who does that?
That's why Walmart customers don't faze me, they are nothing compared to Postal Workers. We got the last laugh, we told our "consultant" (hired gun from the State Blind Vendor Program) we were having suppldey chain problems with the potatoes so we were discontinuing them.
On another occasion, a postal worker, in front of a camera, took a crowbar to one of my snack machines attempting to pry the door off and rob the machine. He wrecked the machine but couldn't get it open. That is one time I cried, I had been taking care of that vending machine for 20 years. I knew there was a camera; but the Postal Police made up some bogus excuse "they didn't have the footage".
Anyway I told Ron we needed some hot dinner specials not just deli food. I came up with a menu, cheap food we could serve different ways and make some money. They were very popular and we actually turned a profit.
Ron would get very unhappy when people complimented my food, said "Anyone" could cook it. Then they started coming and asking "Did Heather cook it? I only want Heather's spaghetti" etc. He got very ugly at home but I was making him money. He made me write the recipes down which I did. I'd say the only really notable fact I used seasoning in the meals - the ground beef for the spaghetti was cooked with onions, garlic, and Italian seasoning, for instance.
He tried to get the other girls to cook the meals and they said no. Then he got run over. They closed the deli after we came back because it was too much for him.
He didn't like me cooking at home. If I made something for myself he would smell it cooking, ask for some, say it was good. Then go right back to demanding restaurant food and TV dinners "because it tastes the same every time".
I am guilty - I tweak my recipes constantly.
So I stopped cooking for a very long time. I only got seriously into it again last year after my assault/wake up call. I am having a blast at home with my fully stocked pantry and my bag of chicken leg quarters. I got 4 meals out of that recipe I put up this morning.
Next up I'm going to cook some chicken Haleem. It should be fun!
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