The challenge prompt for June 9 is:
Your worst cooking disaster.
Well this is a disappointing once, since I've never had a cooking disaster.
That's because I don't cook.
I can cook, I'm just not allowed to.
I used to, before we had kids.
I made a great beef stroganoff.
Keith prefers to cook, mainly because he gets home from work about
30-60 minutes before I do each night. I've tried cooking on the weekends,
but he always tells me,
"It's ok, you can go play with the kids."
I see his plan now.
I hang out with the kids during the witching hour
while he gets to enjoy the quiet in the kitchen.
Well, now that I'm on to him,
guess I will need to start cooking again.