Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Dinner is served

One of the reasons I hate making dinner is the coordination. When do you start the meat? When do you start the vegetables? Only 1 time has that actually occurred disastrously... But it was Thanksgiving. I put the thermometer in the wrong spot.

Most of the time, I get it right. More often, my daughter is helping me cook. Which I love.

Tonight, all 3 of us were cooking and working in the kitchen and it was lively and lovely.

Plus dinner tasted good and the kid asked for seconds of everything. In the busy life of ballet & community, I need to remember how much I love this, rather than opting for the easy restaurant meal.

Oh, and the senior cat was on the prowl for leftovers... Always a sign of approval!

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