Most of you know that I do not cook. I can cook a couple of things but nothing earth shattering. If I cook for you, I either really don't like you (read trying to poison you) or I am really trying to impress you but that's not likely. If I were trying to impress, I would most likely demonstrate my excellent reservation making skills. I make great Hors D'oeuvres, from the box of course. Why can't we just eat those every night? What fun it would be to have a cocktail party every night.
OK back to reality....I had a temporary lapse of sanity and tried to go for the highly coveted 'Mother of the Year' award on Sunday. I made baby food. Yes, I will say it again since I know you just fell off your chair - *I* made baby food.
It started off well, with baking potatoes and sweet potatoes which I then pureed, portioned and froze. Now I know you are not impressed but for me that was a big deal. I am a baker, not a cook. Then I got crazy, I did carrots and broccoli. Well that's where it all went to crap. I didn't cook either of them first which led to a pulpy, gritty mess. Good thing I tasted a bit before I finished - the broccoli was awful. It had a two part scent, one part lawn and one part ass. Boy that was a big mistake! Next time I will cook the veg before I attempt to puree it. Now I just have to figure out what to do with it all - funky salsa? senior soup? I will jut slip it to Ben somehow - heck he will just be happy I 'cooked' and will grin and bear it ha ha.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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