Sometimes I try to channel my inner Betty Crocker. Sometimes it works, but most of the time it doesn’t.
I wish I were more like my sister-in-law, Vanessa. That girl can whip up a seven course meal while using three ingredients. I’m not kidding y’all. I truly don’t know how she does it. I think she has magic food dust in her apron. Cowboy wishes she would sprinkle that magic deliciousness our way.
Anyhoo, the other night for dinner I wanted to whip up a side dish using leftover mashed potatoes. The recipe called for cheddar cheese but I decided to substitute velveeta in its place. Because why not? And, Cowboy eats anything with a smidge of that gold stuff. Seriously, I’ve never seen anyone chop off a chunk and pop it in his mouth quicker than that dude.
Cowboy comes in from outside, hangs his cowboy hat up and walks into the kitchen.
ME: (Acting proud of myself) Hey, I’m trying a new recipe with leftover mashed potatoes.
COWBOY: Oh boy, that sounds great. (The look on his face did not match the words coming out of his mouth).
ME: Why don’t you go and grab a shower and dinner will be ready once you’re finished.
Once he’s done, he heads towards the kitchen-
ME: (Handing him his plate) I hope you like it.
COWBOY: What is it?
ME: What does it look like?
COWBOY: (Moving it around on his plate with his fork) I honestly have no idea what this is.
ME: It’s a potato pancake! And I’ve already eaten one so I know it’s good.
He takes a bite, sets his fork down and grabs the ketchup.
ME: It doesn’t need that much ketchup! You won’t be able to taste it.
COWBOY: (Chuckling) I know.
After dinner, I begin to clean the kitchen, Cowboy hugs me and says in the most gentle way that he can-
COWBOY: I appreciate you trying to come up with different recipes but it’s a “no” for the potato thing.
ME: It’s a no? Are you sure?
COWBOY: (Scratching his head) Yep. It’s a no.
βtil next Sunday yβall-Β ππΈ, π£πͺπΆπΆπ β₯
