Birthday dinner
[Chickpeas are good in a stir-fry with curry in it. Mmm.]
My mom was stressed out and unhappy on her birthday, last Friday, and still had to decorate a cake for some friends' birthday the next day (my mom is an excellent semi-professional cake decorator. She's good at it but she hates it so she only does it as a favor to people she likes, or the church. The church never pays her on time and treats her like dirt. End church rant). So while she was out picking up more supplies for the cake, I decided that I was going to make dinner. I didn't try for anything fancy - just pasta and salad - but it's still comical to see me and my dad trying to cook. He was the chef's assistant.
The chef's main problem is that she has no eye for measurement. No eye and no brain, either. I have no idea how many pints are in a quart or how many teaspoons are in a tablespoon, or how many ounces are in a cup, if there are ounces in a cup. I know that there are 16 oz. to a pound, but that's not going to do me much good in cooking.
"Does this look like a pound to you? How much is a pound of pasta? Is that a lot?" "Is this pot going to be big enough?" "Well, four quarts of water aren't going to fit in this pot. So we'll put three and hope that this isn't a whole pound of pasta here." Ah, improvisation. It didn't turn out bad, I thought. I tried to make mustard vinaigrette for the salad, too. I think it was a little oily or something. Halfway through making it I discovered that we didn't have dijon mustard - only French's or Jack Daniels Horseradish. What a choice. I went with horseradish.
Anyway, doesn't matter how bad it is, Mommy will always be glad not to have to make dinner!
posted by srah @ 12:16:00 PM
