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Mar. 15th, 2007 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
If you like eating dead pig, tonight would be the night to just drop by my place. The pork roast I bought was too big for my slow-cooker, so now I have a garlicky pork roast in the oven, and the other half in the slow-cooker with sauerkraut, onions, and apples.
I think the last time I cooked this much meat, I was feeding a birthday party full of people.
Oy.
Well, at least I made my mom happy by calling her for cooking advice. She loves that shit.
I think the last time I cooked this much meat, I was feeding a birthday party full of people.
Oy.
Well, at least I made my mom happy by calling her for cooking advice. She loves that shit.
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Date: 2007-03-15 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-15 08:29 pm (UTC)Sounds nummy, though.
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Date: 2007-03-15 11:37 pm (UTC)Ummmmmm.... I can almost smell here in NYC!
sound so yummy
Date: 2007-03-16 01:09 am (UTC)1.I already ate I shoved a burger in my face on the way home
2.I am exhausted beyond words
3.and I have cold from hell I do not want to risk giving to anyone!
whineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Date: 2007-03-16 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-16 03:52 am (UTC)My mom use to love when I called her for cooking info too. Because I had an older sister that loved to cook (and hated doing anything outside in the "dirt"), she became the designated Mom's helper and I was Dad's helper. This lead my mom to believe I never learned anything about cooking and that I would starve to death and take any "husband" with me, if I could even catch one in the first place - I mean how could I get to a man's heart if not through his stomach. (I never told her there was a quicker way *nudge, nudge, wink, wink*.) So when I would call her for advice, even when I was well into my 40's, it activated her instinct to pass on the "woman skills". It also made her feel like I still needed her; like I ever, to this day, stopped needing my mom.