Bless her heart, my mom is the sweetest lady you could ever hope to meet. Terrible cook, though. I think the problem is she totally ignores the recipe. How else to explain everything she makes tastes like shredded chicken with rice? Oh, except for her jambalaya, which tastes like shredded chicken with rice and red pepper flakes.
And she's my mom, so of course she can read me like a book. So why does she torture herself by always asking how I liked her "new" recipe?
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too cute!
(and Carl up there's not bad either)
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