Anyway besides that, I've cooked. Seems like a lot! Especially if you don't really like to cook. Well, it's not that I don't like to cook. It's just a lot of trouble. But since I'm here quite a bit now I don't mind it as much.
I've been married for nearly twenty five years and I didn't have a dutch oven. Well, I do now and I've used that sucker a lot in two weeks. I'm not to the point to ask it "where've you been my whole life?" But we are getting close. On this day, there was potato soup cooking in it. I mean what else are you suppose to cook when the time changes? That signifies soup to me.
I mixed this stuff up for the preacher. It's the Pioneer Woman's recipe for Pico Del Gallo. Don't ask me if it's good. I don't know. I won't eat it, but the preacher does so I made two batches this week.
One of the dumbest things I've done was this. I put this bad boy in the microwave for eight seconds. Took a bite and was instantly carried back to my mother's kitchen not long after they got the first microwave. (mid 80's) She would buy the frozen doughnuts that were in a package. You would put them in the microwave for just a few seconds and then you were instantly in doughnut heaven (or so I thought) When you place a Krispy Kreme doughnut in the microwave for eight seconds, yea. Back to a 1980 something kitchen.
Now don't you go to judging me on these next pictures.....
So there's another reason why I won't be digging a hole just yet.
Hope you all have a happy weekend.