“Yummy! did you cook this?” inquired my teen as he licked the last crumbs off his plate.
“Obviously! In this shutdown, I’ve been cooking every day.” I said in an exasperated tone, which was easily caught upon.
“Chill, Mom. I was complimenting your cooking.”
That praise made me quickly come and hug him since getting appreciated for my cooking was the last thing I had ever dreamed would happen.
I had become better at planning my meals with limited ingredients, but to make a delicious one was like a cherry on the cake.
I guess: Practice makes one perfect.
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3 comments:
I'm afraid my cooking could not be described as art. lol Happy Monday my friend!
Yes, one has to be more creative when there's less at hand. Fun take!
Ha! That's a benefit of shutdowns -- we get to practice cooking skills! At least (or at last!) her reward was praise.
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