Remember that movie about that blog that the chick in New York wrote about working through the Julia Child cookbook? Why can't that be me? Well, beyond the fact that I can't cook worth a lick and I wouldn't dare try Mastering the Art of French Cooking...
Here's the things said about my cooking:
1. You should be on that show "Worst Cooks in America"
2. It costs less to go out to a restaurant than for you to cook something, throw it away, then go out to a restaurant.
3. When you say "Kids! It's dinner time!" the kids go out to the van and wait for you to drive.
4. How did the apple fall so far from the tree? (my mom is an excellent cook)
I figured I'd try my hand at working my way through a good old country cookbook. There is absolutely no way I can keep up the break-neck pace of a recipe per day for a year. Perhaps one or two a week. And, I'll consider this project a complete and total success if I have just one of my kids take just one bite of anything I make. Anything. Cake, potatoes, salad. Anything.
I picked up
The Pioneer Woman Cooks today during a quick Wal-Mart run. I don't know why in the world I was even in the cookbook section. Something about honest-to-goodness homestyle cooking drew me to the book. I flipped through the pages and became hungry. I also began dreaming of living on a horse ranch--but that's a whole different story.
Tonight I'm trying Perfect Pot Roast. The recipe is simple. The picture is delightful. My husband may or may not be astonished.