For sure not ham or deviled eggs, because my family inhales cloven-hooved beast and mayonnaise like it’s oxygen. But, rather, Easter leftovers like this:
I embarked on the complex process of figuring out how to feed myself as an 18-year-old living on my own for the first time in an apartment in south central LA. From ingredients. From groceries. That I bought, myself. With my own money. Sort of.
So, Home Ec (which always gets red-underlined – thank you spellcheck, you suck) stands for Home Economics. And honestly, I’d have a better idea of what standard home ec curriculum included had I actually ever attended a home ec course. What??