One of the things that I really enjoy doing, now that I have the time to do it, is cooking. And baking. I like to find new recipes.
I made a turkey the other day. Of course there were left overs. We had turkey salads, which were very nice. We had turkey sandwiches. Likewise, very nice.
But we still had turkey.
What to do, what to do? It was cold outside, and I thought that a nice pot of soup might hit the spot. And so I looked around on line and found a recipe that sounded very nice,
I bustled around the kitchen and rustled up a very nice tasting soup. It looked pretty too. I served it up for supper and...to say it was not a hit was an understatement.
It's a little exasperating. Any new recipe is viewed with great suspicion in this house. Tonight, I made the great anouncement. "You know what? I'm tired of putting together meals that everyone turns their noses up at. From now on, I'm not fussing over meals. We're having the same old stuff that we always have."
And two sets of eyes, one pair brown, one pair hazel, looked at me with such hopeful expressions.