Very Interesting…
In our house, when used to describe a culinary adventure, the word “interesting” is the kiss of death. As I am always experimenting, it started as a polite way to say “this is the most disgusting substance that has ever touched my palate”. It has never really graduated from that stage.
So you can imagine the feeling in the pit of my stomach, when one of my daughters’ friends said to me, “So you’re, like, the really amazing cook and everything, right? Sarah (name changed to protect the innocent) was telling me about some of the really ‘interesting’ stuff you make.”
Uh-ha. Yeah. Not exactly the review you want to go in the papers, you know what I mean? My response? Well, when it came time to make dinner, I instinctually called all the girls down and suggested that they make dinner tonight. Why not? It will be fun. Thank goodness for a pound of hamburg and some taco seasonings… Lord knows the review I would have suffered if I had made dinner myself!
