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November 27, 2005
Cooking (in)ability
When it comes to parties/dinners, I'm always the wine/supplies guy. Maybe it's my multiple entries about food poisoning and botched foods, but people always request that I bring the cups, paper plates, or the drinks.
My school had a Food Thing on Wednesday. My assistant principal asked me if I could cook something. I suggested I could make the mashed potatoes or some sweet potatoes. She asked me if it would have soul. With a school filled with large soulful women, one shouldn't bring soulless food.
I brought the plastic utensils and chowed down on food full of soul (just so you know, bacon drippings= soul).
Apparently my knife skills class gave him a reason to venture into semi-dangerous territory, as Matt asked us to bring the rolls, a pie, and my turkey cutting skills to his Thanksgiving meal. This was a slight problem, as we didn't carve any meats. Apparently that is in Knife Skills 2. Matt sounded relieved that they wouldn't have to see me wielding a knife, so we were left with pie and roll duty.
Derrick bought a chocolate pecan pie at Kitchenette. I bought rolls at the local grocery. I was really frustrated, as I felt like the wheelchair-bound kid with glasses on some afternoon TV special. Inclusion is nice, but being responsible for rolls is the special bus of the Thanksgiving meal. Turn on the oven, pop open the rolls, set the timer. Done.
I decided I was going to surprise everyone with cornbread. I'd made it back in Texas to good reviews, although it had been about 5 years. While Derrick was typing away in the study, I went into the kitchen to make kitchen history. I probably should have given up whenever I knocked over the whole wheat flour, barely catching it just before it exploded across the floor. Whenever I minced the jalapenos to add into the batter, I should have thought twice before touching my eye. I staggered around the kitchen, trying not to disturb the boyfriend as the jalapeno juice melted into my brain. I finally got the two versions, northern and southern, into their respective baking holders.
They turned out not just okay, but relatively good. Not life-changing, but good. The whole dinner was fairly good.
Matt handled the slicing of the turkey, although I think he liked his knife a little too much.
Patrick made sure the libations were ample.
Matt was bad, so we made him sit at the little kids' table.
Posted by G at November 27, 2005 03:43 PM
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And a Happy End of Thanksgiving Four Day Weekend to You, Too!
Posted by: Mr. HK at November 27, 2005 08:28 PM
Sounds like fun. Thanksgiving is always full of surprises and culinary calamities. I went to a huge family reunion and everyone brought something. We had pies and cakes and rolls and side dishes -- but somehow the wires got crossed: nobody brought turkey.
Posted by: scudder at November 27, 2005 08:32 PM
Attend the tale of Sweeney MAK...
We were very happy that you and Big D. could join us for the holiday. Thanks for being part of our family.
Posted by: mak at November 27, 2005 09:17 PM
matt looks so cute in that bottom pic ..
Posted by: myke at November 28, 2005 10:51 PM