Last weekend, TGI Fridays. This weekend, Plum House. More urban. Less gentrified. Tastier. Well worth it. All's fair in the game to remind the kids that there's more to life than Crapplebee's.
Showing posts with label delicacies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label delicacies. Show all posts
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Old Dog
I baked a peach cobbler the other night.
Yes, you read that right!
I (subject)
baked (verb)
a peach cobbler (direct object)
When I brought it out, still piping hot and topped with vanilla ice cream, to the picnic table on the patio, Son #2 said to his friend Mikey, "This is the first time my mom has ever cooked."
I don't care if it was the easiest recipe on the planet. I baked a peach cobbler. Take that Rachel Ray.
Yes, you read that right!
I (subject)
baked (verb)
a peach cobbler (direct object)
When I brought it out, still piping hot and topped with vanilla ice cream, to the picnic table on the patio, Son #2 said to his friend Mikey, "This is the first time my mom has ever cooked."
I don't care if it was the easiest recipe on the planet. I baked a peach cobbler. Take that Rachel Ray.
Labels:
cooking,
delicacies,
food,
new tricks,
pride
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Iron Chef Look Out
Hubby: “What do you want on your pizza?”
Son #1: “I’ll try anything.”
Hubby: “Monkey butts it is then.”
Hubby: “What kind of yogurt do you want for lunch?”
Son #2: “Surprise me.”
Hubby: “Steak and cheese it is then.”
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