Single Malts - and other odd Musings

Supper - the old time designation for an evening meal





I'm not much of a cook - growing up in the '30s and '40s the only time I ever saw my dad cook, it was canned baked beans in the frying pan or sliced green tomatoes in the frying pan, while mothers in those days seldom included their sons in learning to cook - so the only actual cooking I ever attempted was around age 13 or so in the scouts where we learned a kind of shish kebob of meat and vegetables on a stick over an open fire.  And now years older and a tad more accomplished, I can do one dish meals that are reasonably decent.  Tonight's meal - somewhat a variation on the shish kebob - of roasted assorted vegetables in the oven, is the dish I am serving up tonight. 

I start with a cookie sheet covered with non-stick aluminum foil, then proceed on to various vegetables, cleaned, cut up into small pieces, placed into a large mixing bowl, drizzled with olive oil and various condiments.

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