tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765491835016127020.post1111011676169853758..comments2023-09-17T06:05:20.765-07:00Comments on Laughing On The Way Out: Paulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14555472024981357622noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765491835016127020.post-48828027031108075442018-02-24T05:57:11.269-08:002018-02-24T05:57:11.269-08:00You made me laugh. I've had numerous dinner di...You made me laugh. I've had numerous dinner disasters in a lifetime of cooking, but as you so succinctly put it, nobody died ! :)Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14555472024981357622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765491835016127020.post-77852903352474022242018-02-23T20:46:48.358-08:002018-02-23T20:46:48.358-08:00My mother was too stressed to teach me how to cook...<br />My mother was too stressed to teach me how to cook or bake and I was quite happy to have my meals served up without any effort on my part other than chewing. Fast forward to marriage when my m-i-l was sure her darling would starve to death. In the interests of keeping us both alive I did learn how to cook. Nobody died. My children even liked my cooking and baking, but I have recently been thinking how much more I enjoy cooking now that it's just the two of us. No more feeding an army, no more enormous pots, just interesting recipes and getting creative. I have had my disasters though, most recently with popovers. I'd made them before but this was a new recipe and something went terribly wrong. They tasted like rubber balls! <br />But, if you have a friend and whipped cream you can recover from anything.mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.com