July 28, 2013

What's for dinner? ( a little humor for you )

So I thought this story would get some of you to laugh, or maybe even relate in some way.  I'm going to disappoint you and tell you, "I'm not Betty Crocker".  I love to cook, but have had a few mishaps in my almost 17 years of marriage.

When my husband was still a seasonal FF, we'd save money to 'splurge' once a month and buy something nice to cook for dinner (i.e. a steak, pork chops, etc).  For those of you who are married to a USFS firefighter, you understand how little the paychecks are during the winter.  Anyways, I was so excited one day after grocery shopping, to cook a nice FULL dinner, with salad, potatoes, pork chops and dessert.  Hubby got home from work and said "mmm what smells good?" So I shared with him the exciting menu for dinner.  As I was chatting with him, I smelled something burning, so I ran to the kitchen to find the pork chop cooking a little to much.  So I went to flip it over, when PLOP on the floor it fell.  I quickly picked it up and started crying.  He worked so hard and we saved some money to get some good food, and now I ruined it.  Oh the misery.  But, my wonderful husband, wiped it off and said, "Look it's still good, I can't wait to eat it."  God blessed me with a wonderful man who doesn't care about my flaws and who'll eat my cooking, no matter what.  So that night we sat down to enjoy a nice warm meal, even if it was a little black on one side.


A few years later, I attempted to make meatloaf.  Now don't forget "I'm not Betty Crocker".  I don't like meatloaf but I know it's one of hubby's favorite meals.  So I again, went to the store, gathered all the ingredients and rushed home to make dinner.  I mixed all the ingredients together and proceeded to start by cooking the hamburger. I went to put it in the loaf pan, but was baffled at why my meatloaf didn't look like my dad's or husband's when they make it.  "Hmm, oh well, it's a new recipe, maybe that's why," I thought to myself.  So I cooked it for the full hour, like the instructions said.  Hubby got home from work and said "mmmm what's for dinner?"  So I said "I made your favorite meal.  Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and applesauce."  As I took the meatloaf out of the oven, I was baffled why it hadn't changed shape from when I put it in the pan.  Oh well.  So I put everything on the table, he washed his hands and sat down.  I'll never forget the look on his face when he said "What's that?"  I looked at him with disappointment and said "meatloaf.  I'm not sure why it looks that way."  It literally looked like a mound of hamburger with some veggies and stuff mixed in it.  So I dished it out to him, he put some ketchup on it, and took a bite.  He said, "well it tastes good.  How did you cook it?"  So I told him all that I mixed, and then that I cooked the hamburger.  He started laughing at me.  "YOU COOKED THE HAMBURGER FIRST?!"    I simply replied, "well duh, I didn't want it raw."  He went on to tell me that you aren't suppose to cook the hamburger, you mix everything in the raw meat and then bake it.  But like I said, I married an amazing man, who despite my flaws, he still eats my cooking, even if it looks like like a mound of cooked hamburger.

Since those incidents, I've managed to have a few successful meals, where everything smells good, tastes good and looks good.  I have good intention when cooking, I'm just not Betty Crocker.

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