I was religious about it. I learned seasonings, the proper use of kitchen tools, the proper handling of raw meat, how to baste, how to puree, ect. I called my mother-in-law for lessons and tips. I went to see Memaw with my notebook and had her show me live and in-person how to make a good pot roast.
For the past two years, I was proud of my progress. I could turn out a pretty good dinner night after night, with only a few mishaps that usually involved frying chicken.
Stupid fried chicken.
However, the Food Network didn't prepare me for this:
He is literally screaming and trying to escape my beautiful presentation of homemade lasagna, sliced zucchini and fresh tomatoes.
What would Paula Deen do? I'll have to get back to you on that. I'll tell you what Sara Thompson did:
I bought one of every kind. And I get these results every time:
Stupid Food Network.
4 comments:
Those look so gross.....but I guess he gets his 'taste' for the finer things from his mommy. I remember you were always fine eating a hotdog weenie, and would wrap anything in a flour tortilla. No judgement.
oh, yeah....should we mention how you always wanted the 'Lunchables'....cold pepperonis with a splash of tomato paste....everyone had a gourmet palate at the trailer....ooxoxo Mum
UGH! Chloe ate those gerber graduate NASTY raviolis, in the little tub, almost every night til she turned two. She turned her nose up at EVERY dinner I made (or anybody else made) and just wanted those nasty (did I say nasty yet??) raviolis. I took them to every restaraunt. She even ate them cold. So glad she grew out of that. Gotta do whatcha gotta do tho!!
Your lasagna looks delicious. You can come live with me if you want.
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