February 27, 2010

TWO DAYS IN A ROW!

That's got to be a world record or something...

Oh, wait. YOU post everyday?

Like, all the TIME everyday?

That's amazing.

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Today I was making a casserole. This may not seem like that big of a deal to you, but just like Azucar, I don't know how to make them either.

This whole last year I have been refining my casserole skills, which is ironic considering all the casserole recipes that have ever been shared with me follow this rule of thumb:

  • First you use a little of this. 
  • And then a little of that.
  • Then you mix it up and bake it.
Unsurprisingly, my first attempts ended up in the garbage disposal.

AT ANY RATE. Me. Making a casserole = Big news.

And while I was making this casserole, one of the neighborhood kids was over.

She's 8. This is important because I feel like an 8 year old has enough discernment to know the difference between, say, ramen noodle and actual food.


So I'm chopping up some celery and onions, and boiling some chicken.

When she asks, "Whatcha making?"

To which I replied, "A Casserole."

And then SHE said, "What's that?"

To which I thought, "See? Her mom probably makes REAL FOOD like me." but to which I actually replied,

"It's like chicken and noodles and vegetables all mixed up with a special sauce..."

And then she goes, "Wow.... You must be a GREAT cooker."

I said thank you.

My point is this: I didn't grow up eating casseroles.

Wait, my REAL point is this: I made a casserole.

P.S. It tasted great. 


P.P.S. I hate the word tasted. My brain feels stupid just for using "tasted" 


P.P.P.S. I know it's a real word and all, but seriously? TASTE. TED.  Don't you feel dumb now? 


P.P.P.P.S. I don't do Jello either. If someone could explain that deliciousness to me, I'd be much obliged.