Following Directions has not been my forte. For example, when I cook, hell, when I enter my kitchen my appliances laugh. So, two days ago I attempted to cook for a family gathering. Please, dear reader, understand when I cook, it’s total experimentation. Cook Books and I are not in the same genre. I prefer Romantic Mysteries: Swamp Mysteries. I digress.
Betty Crocker (circa 1970) opened to page 371, a gathering of supplies needed to attack…da da…potato salad. After a concentrated effort…yes, wait for it…success. Sincere family compliments flowed over me like a deserved RITA award. At least I think they were sincere.
There’s a writers lesson here. When I think of it I’ll let you know or when you think of it let me know. Meanwhile I’m staying away from the kitchen, cook books, and Betty.
Nobody died; you’re good. That is my criteria for success in the kitchen.
Indeed. Now, if someone would just clean up.