Last night L’s Mother’s dinner experiment didn’t go well. All of us, and especially L’s Mother, agreed this one was a “meh.”
“I have the ingredients to make more,” she told me without enthusiasm, “but I know you’re not exactly dying to eat this again.”
“Let me put it this way,” I replied. “While killing someone would be excessive, I would gleefully stub someone else’s toe to never have to eat that again.”
Wow! I thought yesterday after opening a container of leftover beans that had been in the refrigerator for a suspiciously long time. That reeks! I should have taken care of this later and not stink up the kitchen right before L’s Mother is getting ready to cook . . . fish.
Great chefs never announce that they are using some olive oil by using the words, “Oh, Popeye!“
It’s actually impressive to me that cooking cauliflower can almost rival cooking fish in its ability to permeate the house with its odor.
Guess how I know this.
Candles & Curses 