Joshua asked me recently to show him how to cook. I have been cooking before I could even reach the top of the stove- my parents would let me pull a chair up to reach it (growing up in the 80's had it's perks!).
And I can cook. I really can. I'm not one of those who sulks and says they can't cook. I'm also not one to have my hand waving wildly in the air to cook the main course of anything unless I have to.
Because I can ruin a meal like nobody's business. And I'm not talking about a degree too cold or a touch overdone... I mean DECIMATING food. I am the worst with anything that comes out of a bag, can or box because that means there are instructions I am suppose to follow and that just doesn't work with my kitchen skills.
But Joshua asked me to show him how to cook. And I want to show him.
And did I ever show him what I could do last night. It was going to be green beans, scalloped potatoes and kielbasa/polish sausage/whatever you want to call it. I have made it 37,000 times. I have left the milk out of the potatoes before but that's probably the worst thing. You can't screw this stuff up- right? RIGHT?
You can if you detect that the kielbasa is getting over done and you pour water directly from the tap into the Pyrex GLASS pan. Because then it will EXPLODE dumping shars of glass into the scalloped potatoes and across the entire confines of a 450 degree oven.
-Sheryl
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