BBQ Chicken Pizza
Out of the three children my parents had, I’m the only who can cook. I’m also the middle child, that means that my older brother, about to turn 19 in August, and my younger brother, 12, are pretty clueless when it comes to the kitchen. Now, at 12 I was just beginning to make “simple” things in the kitchen; though, this included cheesecake which everyone on my mom’s side of the family swoons over during family events. My older brother asked me about two weeks ago how much butter he should use the cook (read: reheat) shrimp. That’s a weird question since there’s no EXACT amount and I would just put in enough to coat the bottom of the pan… or more if I wanted it.
Chocolate Coconut Pudding
90% of the time when I make something I post it on Facebook to make my friends jealous of my homemade bread, chocolate cake, rice crispies that they all love, and now this pudding. Well this pudding was first interpreted as cake and then something else that doesn’t even make sense. And when I posted it saying how they are all jealous of it, I put “toasted chocolate” instead of “toasted coconut”. Yeah.
Rice Pudding
When I was younger, I wouldn’t go near rice pudding. I thought it was such a stupid concept. The idea of buttery chicken flavored rice with milk and sugar disgusted me. My dad would always love eating it and sometimes tried to make me taste it, but I refused. I wish I hadn’t.