As I’ve mentioned over and over, my mother disliked cooking… quite a bit. I’ve often said that I find absolutely comfort in cooking, stirring a pot of Risotto is like therapy to me. It’s time that I get to clear my mind, forget about sticky floors, bananas shoved under my couch and yogurt in my hair. When I cook I feel at peace. My mom never felt any of that. Her staple dishes were things she could throw into one casserole dish and shove in the oven for a couple of hours. But when the ‘domestic goddess’ in her started getting anxious, she made Chicken-Fried Steak, although, we never knew…