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Janet

In article >,
says...
>
> On Sat, 22 Oct 2016 11:33:59 -0700 (PDT), dsi1 >
> wrote:
>
> >On Saturday, October 22, 2016 at 12:58:37 AM UTC-10, Alan Holbrook wrote:
> >> Every once in a while, when I get the feeling that my arteries are still
> >> too flexible and my heart isn't working hard enough pumping blood, I'll
> >> make a large skillet of sawmill gravy and pour it over biscuits for
> >> breakfast. The recipe I follow says, as do all the other recipes I've seen
> >> that involve making a white sauce, that once you have the roux the color
> >> you want, you should take the pan off the heat to add the milk. I've often
> >> wondered why that is and what would happen if you added the milk directly
> >> to the pan containing the roux while it's still on the burner. Rather than
> >> risk seven years' bad luck or something similar trying it, I thought I'd
> >> ask. Can any of the RFC intelligentsia enlighten me?
> >
> >I'm not going to tell you how to make white sauce - that's a personal choice. OTOH, being able to make a white sauce should be a requirement for graduation from high school.
>
> For your entertainment, I will now tell you how my sister-in-law makes
> cheese sauce.
>
> For best results, get half wasted before beginning.
>
> Get the smallest saucepan you own - I think the one she uses is two
> cups - and fill it up with cold milk. Add a couple spoons of
> cornstarch and stir. This is the "bechamel" part. The only time she
> makes this is when she needs cheese sauce for broccoli. So she grates
> some cheap mild cheddar and adds this to the pot of cold milk. There
> is no salt in this, because salt is Bad For You. Then she turns the
> stove on low and waits for it to get hot, stirring a few times while
> it's warming up. When the whole thing boils over and gets all over the
> stove, it's done.
>
LOL. Another SIL cooking saga.

The first year we were married my SIL A unexpectedly invited us to
Christmas dinner. When we arrived we found out why; she said "Boyfriend
and I are going out for a drink with friends, you're not invited. You
can look after the grandparents (one blind, one senile) and cook dinner.
Byeee". It was all raw; she had prepared nothing.

SIL and her BF rolled home drunk hours later, just as dinner was ready.
J and I served the dinner for six we had cooked, on the table we had
laid to SIL who had invited us as guests. Demented Granny said to SIL
"What a lovely meal you have made, A, you must have been slaving for
hours" and SIL smirked and said "Thanks, Gran, you're welcome".

Janet UK