FAMILY
It’s Hard to Take Care of Another Human Being
But you gotta try.
I was having a pretty good day. Other than my house potentially exploding (please refer to Bev Has All the Answers for further details) and my furnace being out of operation thissss close to winter, I was excited about cooking lunch for me and my mom.
I don’t cook a lot. I can bake, but actual cooking requires a patience and knowledge I don’t apparently have. If something goes wrong with a cake, I know what I did wrong. If something goes wrong with a meatloaf, I blame the cow.
I decided to break out the electric skillet (since I don’t have a stove or oven like a normal human) and make beef stroganoff.
First, I discovered that at some point mice had decided to nest in the plastic bag containing the skillet (that’s how long it’s been since I’ve used it. The mice who were born there have probably moved out and gone to college by now).
I cleaned all of that up last night and decided to put only canned goods in the mouse closet from now on. Let ’em chew on a can of beans, the little rat bastards.
I bought $20 worth of “beef tips” that were tenderized and everything, all fancy-like. My mom has always liked beef stroganoff, but that may have been back when she could still eat…
