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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