My Nana was a great cook- everything that she made was delicious and the epitome of comfort food. Her bread was fabulous and she was just about famous for it. She died one morning of a burst aneurysm in her brain. . . while she was making bread. I always have loved that she died doing what she loved.
My Mom on the other hand, was not much of a cook. Probably because she never had to when she was growing up. She was good at no-bake butterscotch cookies and raspberry squares, but she didn't like cooking and just wasn't that great at it. The good news was that my dad was decent in the kitchen and he made dinner at least 75% of the time. I must admit that Friday was my favorite day, though. We ALWAYS went out for dinner on Friday night. I loved it.
Now there's me. I can bake bread and I can cook, but I don't really enjoy it most of the time. I am LOUSY at following a recipe (or a pattern or any other instructions, for that matter) and so my favorite celebrity cook is Rachel Ray. I have learned a lot from her and I really appreciate her "go for it" method of cooking. When I cook RR Style, it is usually a hit with my family.
So. . . today I got the urge to cook and to use up some left overs that we had. I didn't have any incidents while making the pasta salad although the dogs were awfully interested in the bacon. Then I made Sampson beans which is a bunch of different cans of beans, some hamburger, and some seasonings. Shouldn't be hard, huh. All was well until I sat down in Ed's chair after carrying a basket into our bedroom. I swear his chair has a dopamine injector in it. I promptly fell asleep. . . but only for about 10-15 minutes. I woke up and darted for the kitchen because I knew the beans were on high. (Ed says that I only cook on high, but it's not true. I also use off.) I was afraid they were burned, so I pulled them off onto the counter which is made of quartz and which we were told when it was purchased that I could put hot stuff on it. I turned around to put the pasta salad in a bowl and I jumped a mile when I heard a large "crack". Parker heard it and came running, too. I knew instantly that the &8%* counter had cracked. Luckily it is a small crack and is hard to find.
Next time I am getting concrete countertops. And cooking lessons.
4 comments:
hehehe! No slumgullian on Friday nights?
I was in a swap and we had to tell about our favorite cookie from childhood. I told her about Grandma's butterscotch haystacks and the girl made them and sent them in my package. When I opened the box and got a whiff of the smell I started crying....pitiful huh? hehehe!
Oh my words, Kaye. I can just you doing that! Too funny - and horrifying and sad all at the same time.
oh my goodness! i'm not much of a cook either. i do it but i don't enjoy it & i can't bake to save my life. my husband on the other hand, cooks like RR & is always wanting to try something new. sad thing is, his food's 99% of the time delicious! jealous.
hope the counter will be ok!
I thought quartz was impervious to heat too. SAD!! I know you are a good baker because I have had some of your delicious bread. My Mom was a good cook but never measured so it's hard getting a recipe right. Wayne is the cook in my home too.
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