Nate and Clay looked upon my dinner offering with disdain. "What IS that mom?" they asked. "Taco noodle" I replied, providing a made up name for a made up dish. They each tasted a bite and then in the blink of an eye genetics took over and they started opening cans, crushing chips, squeezing cheese and dumping olives into the dish just like a Big Pig. It was a virtual frenzy of dumping seemingly random
ingredients into the pan and endless
stirring to combine. Moments later, their dish strongly resembling vomit and the kitchen filled with giddy laughter we all decided that there is something to dump cooking: their dish was
PDG (pretty darn good).
Nate and Clay looked upon my dinner offering with disdain. "What IS that mom?" they asked. "Taco noodle" I replied, providing a made up name for a made up dish. They each tasted a bite and then in the blink of an eye genetics took over and they started opening cans, crushing chips, squeezing cheese and dumping olives into the dish just like a Big Pig. It was a virtual frenzy of dumping seemingly random ingredients into the pan and endless stirring to combine. Moments later, their dish strongly resembling vomit and the kitchen filled with giddy laughter we all decided that there is something to dump cooking: their dish was PDG (pretty darn good). 
3 comments:
It's very rewarding to find that my years of cooking instruction have not gone to waste. Way to go Clay and Nate!
Well I can say this is one trait I didn't inherit from dad. Gross! The boys look pretty dang happy about it though.
I have one word for you: takeout. Yuck. I was always scared when mom left us alone with dad for dinner. Now i know there are two others to avoid eating alone with as well! Good to see the smiles though.
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