I believe I’ve mentioned this before- but oh Lord have mercy, I do NOT belong in the kitchen!
No lie, y’all! Butthead keeps us well fed. I fill in as necessary. Tonight was one of those nights. And love him to death, Butthead is nothing but gracious when I cook. Here is our convo as we sat down to eat.
*I sit the plates down*
Butthead: Looks good, babe.
Me: Pfft. Okay. (Laughs)
Butthead: It does! Thanks for cooking! (Begins eating)
Me:(takes a bite of the pasta) mmmph… we are out of mayo.
Butthead: (laughs) that’s okay.
Me:(takes bite of spinach) BLECK.
Butthead: It’s spinach, from a can. Not much you can do Babe. (Takes bite of chicken) Mhmmm. Chickens good!
Me: It’s what I did the least to! (Grump face)
Butthead: (laughs) Hey… sometimes that’s best! Some folks can’t cook it without making it taste like a sponge!
This is one reason I love him so much! I told him I’ve learned enough from him to make it look good, now I need to work on the taste! Haha!
I have graduated from microwave cooking to using the stove! And I make a mean Sloppy Joe! (The only thing my Mom taught me to cook) I just feel a bit inadequate as a southern woman.
I have failed as a southern woman! All I have going for me is my love of football! Haha!