You're Cajun! :thumb: When I was in HS several of us had camps and the guys would go "Camping" for the weekends to hunt, fish, go out. I was the "Cook" and my mom would have the hardest time telling me "How to cook" things when I'd come back and talk about what I'd tried to cook- cause in the early beginnings.....it was almost boiled meat we ate- plenty of alcohol makes anything edible, well, almost anything. She say, "I don't know, I don't have a 'Recipe', I just do it".
I know lots of people who use Jiffy and it works well. You may need to reduce the amount of the meat mixture by half, or use two boxes of Jiffy. Jiffy is too sweet for my taste.
It use to drive me nuts to ask my mom for a recipe. It was always "a little of this, a little of that." Her definition of a spoonful was one of those huge serving spoons. Sort of throws off a recipe unless you know what she is talking about.:hihi: And I turned out just like her...
Same thing with my mother. And boy could she cook! But I managed to find a few recipes of hers, but not the ones I wanted.
Most of us learned to cook when backpacking with the Boy Scouts and at hunting or fishing camp as teenagers. The camp cooks were a lot more practical than Mom, more forgiving of improvisation, and dirtied fewer dishes. Plus the food was meant to stick to your ribs. I learned a lot from them.
I learned to cook by watching my Mom, occassionally my Dad, a good bit of cooking shows over the years and a WHOLE lot of trial and error when I got sick of eating the junk in Jersey (other than soup and pizza, which is unusually good there.)
