For reals.
As a teen my dad (Dick) would try to teach me how to cook and it just made me ornery. As a new stay at home wife I tried to make sure I had hot dinners ready when my husband came home and for the first year of our marriage it made me ornery.
And then I had kids and I was still trying to have hot dinners ready when my husband came home and that was chaos that made me feel not so much ornery, but frazzled.
And then I became a single mom who worked full time and still had the kids and come dinner time I found I only had so much time between work and baths and homework and bed time and cooking made me stressed. Nightly.
Now I still work full time and I still have the kids and I have an amazing husband who gets home before I do, so there's no way I'm having a hot dinner ready for him when he gets home, but I feel I need to get on it right away because they're all home and hungry, plus I've added school to the mix and ya'll, dinner sometimes gets skipped at my house.
Find what you can kids, this mom's had it.
Or I order pizza.
And thankfully my husband is a gem and never complains.
But the ironic, fateful twist to all of this is that I love to eat.
I love good food.
So when I sit down to make my menu and shopping list, and I get onto pinterest to see what recipes there are because I have no culinary imagination or talent, outside of following a recipe to the "t," my tastebuds start dancing and I go all Betty Crocker on that menu and shopping list.
And then I've locked myself into actually having to make all of these meals throughout the next two weeks because it's what I went shopping for and I'm not over exaggerating when I say I have no culinary imagination outside of following a recipe.
Once it's on the menu, and I've purchased the ingredients, I'm locked in. Because what else am I going to do with all of this stuff I just bought at the grocery store? I have no idea.
The other night I was locked into making a chicken enchiladas with avocado cream sauce recipe from pinterest.
Pinterest link here
Original recipe here
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Cas, Tayler, and The Man were all right there with me helping me to chop vegetables and stir sauces and stuff tortillas and once it was in the oven we were even all in good moods still.
I might like cooking now that my Circus is old enough to help out with it.
So this recipe, five of us ate it and it gets five votes. In fact, five of us went back for seconds so there's that.
But the strangest thing happened: after the avocado sauce was all made up in the food processor and Cas and I were getting ready to fill and roll tortillas we were struck by the prominent scent of peppermint.
So much so that it was making me nervous. How do you add avocado, cumin, and lime juice and come out with... peppermint?
But we put the enchiladas together, threw them in the oven, and even then other members of the family was commenting on the peppermint smell. How does that happen? I didn't even know.
After 20 minutes we pulled dinner out of the oven and everyone dug in, exclaiming how even if it smelled like peppermint, it sure didn't taste like peppermint, and I was beyond baffled by the whole thing. We went about our evening, cleaned up dinner and went to bed.
The next morning I reached up to open the spice cupboard while I was making my morning eggs when suddenly it felt like someone had poured a small cup of liquid on my hand. Our spice cupboard has a shallow spice shelf with a second door on front of the main door of the cupboard. Something had definitely poured onto my hand from the outside shallow part when I went to open the entire door.
I opened the shallow door and found a bottle of peppermint extract was tipped over without its lid on.
Which would explain the amount of liquid that had just poured onto my hand.
Which would also explain the smell of peppermint at dinner the night before.
I can't even begin to tell you how relieved I was to find out that my avocado and cumin sauce did not, in fact, smell like peppermint.
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