Keepin' It Real in the Kitchen

In my lifetime my mother has called me many things, but there's one description she's had in her arsenal since I was a kid that still makes me a little gooey in the middle every time it's used within my earshot.  She usually says something like, "I go into the fridge and see an old piece of bread, a half-empty jar of who-knows-what, some ketchup, and a pickle.  She (that's me) can go in that same fridge and come out with a gourmet sandwich."  Now,  I’m not sure that Julia Childs would concur on the gourmet status of my creations at the ripe age of 9, but needless to say the eaters were happy and that’s step one.  I've dedicated this post to one of my lifelong loves: FOOD.    (There's even a recipe at the end!)