Wisdom from the mouth of babes
Menu planning makes me happy, except when it doesn’t.. Just kidding. O.K. here’s a cute little, young wifey who plans GREAT stuff. I’d like to make at least ONE thing from Angela’s kitchen.
Other than that, I am making chicken pot pie for tonight because THAN said that’s what he wanted. Maybe I’ll post a recipe. Speaking of recipes, how do you guys get yourselves to actually cook with them? I seem to think all recipes a mere “suggestion” of the ingredients.
Take this conversation from yesterday with Robotdude.
Me: How many cups of pumpkin do you think I have in this roaster?
Hubby: It looks like 30 or so. Why do you need to know?
Me: Because the recipe says 29 ounces of pumpkin per batch of pumpkin butter
Hubby: What? You’re using a recipe? Is something wrong?
Me: No, I have to. It’s only my second time making it. So, what do you think? Should I measure the pumpkin?
Robotdude: Why don’t you do what you normally do?
Me: What’s that?
Robotdude: Use the force!!
GAH… The “force” what ever that is, got pushed aside. There were 24 cups altogether.
Here’s another conversation I had yesterday with Princess E, that talkative –almost four year old.
I just got done putting clips in her hair, getting gussied up for “meeting”.
E: Do I look like Diane? (Diane is a friend of ours who married Travis, another friend of ours)
Me: Why of course you do. Now, is DIANE the “standard of beauty?”
E: to Travis, she is…
Wisdom… Wisdom beyond her years…