I wish I could tell you why it is so hard to discover my cooking identity, but I really have no clue. I used to have no clue in the kitchen either, but I've been practicing. A lot. I raised four children, but I have no idea what I fed them. I vaguely recall making chicken nuggets with a beer batter mix meant for fish. The kids loved it. I also remember one of my sons telling me to get adobo seasoning because his friend's mother used that. I put that sh*t on everything.
Now I have morphed into some sort of food snob, but I still try to eat healthy.
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