I am no chef. My mother was as close to a professional chef as anyone else I was related to...and that says a lot! I guess growing up, I never really felt the need to try my hand in the kitchen too much, unless it was to clean up. Even then....good luck with that! Anyway, my little sister got the culinary skills. And the body. And the smile. And the brains....and my brother makes awesome fried rice....but this, for a change, is about me.
It's been almost 7 months since I've moved into my house. Since that time I've had wood floors put down, helped pick out furniture, paint colors, and even a mount for my deer I shot this past January...on top of paying bills, starting and terminating a personal business mistake known as the "cosmetic catastrophe." A real "Financial Failure at it's Finest..." Yeah, that was rough. On top of ALL-A-DAT, I've had to spend some time in the kitchen. (feel free to "boo.") Thankfully, though, I've had very few, minor mishaps. Tonight was a success, I think. I made a sweet potato dish with vanilla, butter, heavy cream, and even added a little cinnamon and sugar for my own touch. Serving with cool whip.....and ta-daa! Dessert! We'll see how the staff likes it tomorrow at our Thanksgiving lunch. I'm a little nervous. Satchel liked it...so that's one stamp of approval! If the staff likes it tomorrow, I'll make it for the fam. Not sure which group is gonna be better at lying to my face, so this outta be interesting!
If I've learned anything growing up about cooking...wash the dishes right then! Don't wait til the morning, or that next week. Junk sticks! Then it's a pain in the hoo-haa to get out! So, right now I'm just sitting here while the dish washer runs, about to throw some wet clothes in the dryer and call it a night. Tomorrow's a big day for these smushy sweet potatoes, and I have to be on top of my game!
