Cooking with Vicky: Salt times 2

Welcome to another installment of cooking with Vicky. Or perhaps this should be titled "How to OD on Sodium without even trying."

My mother was a good cook. NO, a great cook. She was one of those who threw things together, measured by looking and of course, it turned out great. I remember trying to make something when I was young and I asked how much of an ingredient. She said -oh, about two pinches. PINCHES? I needed exact. She didn't do exact, except to say that her pinches were always the same. So, I guess it was exact. I just couldn't reproduce it.

I grew up with a mother who didn't make casseroles. Yep, that's right. I don't remember ever having one at home. I don't make casseroles now. Not because I don't like them, I just never think about it. She also didn't overcook her veggies, never bought cheap meat and didn't give us dessert (I know, I had a truly terrible childhood).

I suppose you are wondering where this is going in terms of Cooking with Vicky.

Let me tell you. I have NEVER used Hamburger Helper. Never eaten it either. No kidding. I have seen it in the stores. But, I would turn up my nose-WHO actually cooks with that? Well, manchild #1 tends to cook, and throws things together. One night he made a meat, noodle thing and I said-gee that looks like Hamburger Helper. He looks at me with a question? I have never heard of that, what is Hamburger Helper?

Welllllllllll, two generations of HH deficiency, and this had to stop. Off I go. I need to find some. Of course, not as easy as it sounds. Loblahs doesn't have it, or I can't find it. Finally, I find it in a store. Yummmy. Let's make it.

To be honest, it's not that bad. And #1 really likes it.



However, if one happens to read the ingredients, one will NOT eat it. Let's just say, sodium alone is enough to make you wake up in the middle of the night thinking you are lost in the desert.

But, it's easy, the kid LOVES it, the other kid likes it, hubby likes it and so do I (in a salty sort of way).