this is not my child or my picture. i do want a child though. someday.
One thing I love to do is cook. I love cooking. Unfortunately, I am a terrible cook.
There was the time where I decided to make squash and, for some reason, added beets to the yellow squash in the pan. The yellow squash turned a brilliant and disgusting pink. Even I couldn't stomach this particular creation. It was bright pink, though. Seriously. Pink.
Then there was the time I decided to make a tuna rice casserole and added oregano instead of thyme and carrots instead of peas...resulting in a disgusting, disgusting thing that actually moved as if it were alive. Well, maybe not that crazy, but close. It was AWFUL.
But I am working on it. I am determined to become a domestic goddess. And when I am determined to do something, usually I give up because I'm not good at it. This time WILL be different. That is what I said to myself. Not out loud. That would be weird.
So today I decided to make a butternut-quinoa soup. It sounds awesome, to me. So I went to Walmart. They didn't have butternut squash. I now know you cannot substitute something like beets or radishes or carrots and get the same result. They didn't have quinoa either. I decided against making a beet-rice soup, because that sounds disgusting.
So I decided to make chicken soup. But I couldn't find curry powder and, again, am too scared to substitute. Also too scared to stray from the recipe book. Cookbook. They are called cookbooks. I am an idiot.
In the end, I came back from Walmart with the ingredients to make salad and breakfast burritos. Also some plain yogurt, fruit, and cottage cheese. Plain yogurt is actually really good if you drizzle some honey on it. That's how they do it in France, and it is a wonderful plan.
Poor Clad. I may never be a domestic goddess.
Love,
Lizzy ;)
