It's only 11am and I'm already thinking about dinner. I have some chicken thawing in the fridge, think I'll make Coca Cola Chicken tonight.
It may sound weird at first but considering Coke consists of sugar, caramel and citric acid (I think), I don't see why it's not commonly used in the kitchen. I suspect the dish may end up tasting like the sweet sticky chicken (which uses honey and balsamic vinegar instead) that I often cook.
I have lots of broccoli in the fridge as well. The kids like their broccoli firm and lightly cooked unlike the mushy ones served at my parent's home. When we were living there, they complained about the bland and soft food that grandma cooked. Of course they're happy that I'm the one making dinner now because I cook their favourite dishes.
Life is indeed a journey even when it comes to food. In our youth, we indulged in all kinds of food but as soon as we hit middle-age, we become more conscious of what goes into the body. Then when we become old and ill, we may have a hard time keeping our food down.
My mum can no longer eat apples and nuts. When it comes to vegetables and fruits, only the softest and non fibrous ones will do. Even the fish she can eat is limited to the tenderest kind. Sadly enough, she is also too weak to cook. Now that she has hung up her apron, the kids will never get to eat mushy and tasteless food again.