Hersheys for Valentine’s Day

Why not? If you live close enough, February 14th is a great day to visit Chocolate World. You can pick up a last minute gift for that special someone…
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and the lines for the chocolate making tour are non existent.
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The kiddos get to pretend they are chocolate makers.
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But mostly, we just went for the singing cows.
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February 14, 2008 | Filed Under Good Eats | 21 Comments 

Was this an omen?

I haven’t cooked dinner in two months. TWO MONTHS!! The glorious hubby that is mine has made dinner for us nearly every single night since December. He comes home and his creative juices spark in the kitchen. I’m mostly serious when I tell him he needs to try out for The Next Food Network Star. He is really good at cooking. He never uses a recipe, and he rarely makes the same thing twice. And I? I get to sit back and inhale the aroma wafting into the living room. I get to spend all of 2 minutes setting the table. I get to plunge my fork into a tender pork roll, or a tangy stir fry or a crusted halibut. The meal made even tastier by the fact that I didn’t spend any time making it.

Tonight, for the first time in a long time though, I made dinner. Hubby asked me to make one of our favorite casserole’s and I did. I know the recipe by heart, it’s easy and tasty and quick. As I sat down to this first of dinner’s I had made in so long a time, I placed a forkful of casserole into my mouth…

…and gagged.

It tasted awful. My oldest son who usually loves this meal said in a very matter of fact tone, “Dis tastes really bad!”

At first I thought I had lost my ability to even follow a recipe correctly. Thoughts of, “I’m not a bad cook!” “I follow recipes well and make many tasty things!” “I’ve never made anything gross in my life unless it started with gross ingredients!” flew through my head.

Then I remembered. I remembered that I had used a different brand of Cream of Chicken soup. A new brand. A cheap brand. I went and smelled the can, tasted a little bit on the rim.

YUCK!!!!

It wasn’t me. It was just some really bad tasting Cream of Chicken Soup that made the difference. All was well again. But I’ll take it as an omen anyway. As long as he loves to do it, I’ll leave the cooking to my husband.

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February 14, 2008 | Filed Under Humor | 13 Comments