Saturday, October 22, 2011
I'm on this "Fad Diet" for stoopid people. It's equivalent to, 'What-dipstick-forgot-to-set-the-timer-on-
It's a Retro Diet, I know. It's working.
My whole family loves me for it!
Seriously though, as a new bride my husband taught me to cook and patiently suffered whilst I experimented my culinary concoctions on him. He was supposed to be the one to stay at home and I was going to be the bread-winner. What did I need to know how to cook for?! I'll blame it on hormones, but, we did a last minute switch and I needed to learn some stuff fast'ish'. My younger children had bland taste buds and poor memories, so, no one came out permanently scarred from the experience. I was slimmer then. I used the fire alarm as my oven timer. A habit I have again formed.
I'm just wondering how true is The Fire-Alarm Thin-Waist Connection?
Doesn't this curb your appetite?
Cpt. Jack our fish in the back ground is a little nervous of his potential demise seeing our Fish Sticks!
I see, "MOM OF THE YEAR!!!!" all over my kiddies faces!!!
You know if you add enough Ketchup......
**These were staged photos. Honest! I mean really...where are the green beans and the french fries I served, oh, and the juice? No, the early burnt fish sticks were a 'little' more edible. Odd thing is, my kids are getting used to the steady decline in my cooking.
Food has become absolutely unsacred to me again. I really need to find some middle ground...