Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
My daughter called that she was bringing home a friend (potential boyfriend) for dinner. I had nothing to fix so I invented a corn casserole. Creamed corn with canned chicken and smashed fritos on top. My poor daughter still cries when she thinks about it. She didn't get the boy.
Oh, dear. I attempted chicken mole once to disastrous results. I also (and fairly recently) tried to make pierogi, something my mother would whip up often. It took an entire day and they fell apart and were tasteless and mushy. I shamed my ancestors and had to dump the whole mess.
I've fixed so many that I can't think of one in particular. I guess it was spaghetti. The sauce was good, but the pasta was all stuck together. It was awful.
When I first got married, I knew nothing about cooking. Tried chop suey and my husband said it was so terrible that even Meathead the dog wouldn't eat it. And yes Meathead turned his nose up at it and walked away.
A piece of roast pork. The oven failed several times while I attempted to cook it. NOT a pleasant memory. And probably not safe to eat though we survived it.
The worst? Probably the one where I timed the steaming of the veg to be ready when people arrived home from work. Their bus was delayed by a road accident and the whole dinner was overcooked and soggy. There is nothing worse than soggy, falling-to-bits broccoli and other mushy veg.
A sponge I made on Saturday back in 1973. I'll never forget that "cake"!
I'd started making it before realising I didn't have enough flour, but, what the hell, I told myself...I forged forth.
I was overjoyed to see the cake had risen higher than Mt. Everest...a couple of moments after removing the sponge from the oven, it sank deeper than the Grand Canyon! lol
My daughter called that she was bringing home a friend (potential boyfriend) for dinner. I had nothing to fix so I invented a corn casserole. Creamed corn with canned chicken and smashed fritos on top. My poor daughter still cries when she thinks about it. She didn't get the boy.
ReplyDeleteOh, dear. I attempted chicken mole once to disastrous results. I also (and fairly recently) tried to make pierogi, something my mother would whip up often. It took an entire day and they fell apart and were tasteless and mushy. I shamed my ancestors and had to dump the whole mess.
ReplyDeleteI've fixed so many that I can't think of one in particular. I guess it was spaghetti. The sauce was good, but the pasta was all stuck together. It was awful.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
Burned roast beef which filled the house with smoke.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first got married, I knew nothing about cooking. Tried chop suey and my husband said it was so terrible that even Meathead the dog wouldn't eat it. And yes Meathead turned his nose up at it and walked away.
ReplyDeleteHA! It's not a meal, but I made brownies once that turned out to be chocolate soup!
ReplyDeleteA piece of roast pork. The oven failed several times while I attempted to cook it. NOT a pleasant memory. And probably not safe to eat though we survived it.
ReplyDeleteFish that overcooked in the oven. It was like rubber.
ReplyDeleteThe worst? Probably the one where I timed the steaming of the veg to be ready when people arrived home from work. Their bus was delayed by a road accident and the whole dinner was overcooked and soggy. There is nothing worse than soggy, falling-to-bits broccoli and other mushy veg.
ReplyDeleteA sponge I made on Saturday back in 1973. I'll never forget that "cake"!
ReplyDeleteI'd started making it before realising I didn't have enough flour, but, what the hell, I told myself...I forged forth.
I was overjoyed to see the cake had risen higher than Mt. Everest...a couple of moments after removing the sponge from the oven, it sank deeper than the Grand Canyon! lol