Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Stop the Presses!

I cooked dinner tonight. This shouldn't be amazing, because I'm a housewife, but it is, because That Stud Muffin I Married does most of the cooking.

What can I say? At this point in my life, cooking is about as thrilling as going to the grocery store. You spend enough decades doing something, and the excitement, once at a rolling boil, subsides to a barely-perceptible simmer.*

But tonight I made: pulled pork in a red, vinegary sauce served on top of home-made mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and home-made coleslaw. Dessert was home-made vanilla ice cream topped with organic raspberries, that miraculously, were only $1.89 a punnet.**

* Please note deft use of cooking metaphor. I'm not just a good cook; I'm an English major. A writer, forsooth.

** Which is a word that amuses my husband to no end.


  1. I cooked dinner tonight, too, but I do that just about every night. Tonight was a really good shrimp and asparagus risotto. And everyone liked it, which is a minor miracle.

  2. - so you'll be cooking next weekend for us all, right?

  3. Um... yum!! When are you going to share the recipes? That sauce for the porks sounds delectible!!

  4. Major B: Oh, so you're going all foodie on me, are you? But where's my shrimp and asparagus risotto? Tease.

    Blackbird: Dream on!

    Daysgoby and CDPJ: The recipes, such as they are, are posted at Horrifying Foodstuffs (see my sidebar for the url.)


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