I will consider myself a good cook when I can cook like my Mom. She has an appreciation for fresh ingredients and a knack for experimentation. In time, I tell myself, in time I'll be able to cook like her. It takes year of practice. I look forward to the kitchen romps in my future.
A featured player in this year's Thanksgiving meal was my mother's thyme, straight from her garden. The meal brought this herb back into my realm of familiarity and I tasted how it could be the defining quality in some great dishes.
Thanks, Momma...thanks for your thyme.
