Wednesday, May 11, 2005


I like to cook. When I started cooking, I thought Dorothy would be so thrilled that she wouldn't mind cleaning up after me. I was wrong. Her statement to me was, "Have you ever cleaned up after my cooking?". What kind of attitude is that? Anyway, she gave me a pasta maker for my birthday, and I made some Ravioli. After I cleaned up, here's what she found: A wad of dough in the corner of the counter. (How'd that get there?) Some flour on the floor. (Oops) And, I really couldn't tell you how that marinara sauce got in the silverware drawer. Maybe I should confine my cooking to the grill outside. At least all the drips and drops will be cleaned up by the dog.

1 comment:

Envoy-ette said...

LOL! That's funny! When Hubby tried to make rice...he dropped the dish and the rice was airbourne...and landed everywhere..including the ceiling and window blinds. What a sticky mess! (his response was "don't come in here!)