Natalie & Natalia

So I cooked. To those of you who don't know me very well, you probably won't even count this as cooking. To those of you who know me- Thank you. I can hear your applause. I did it all by myself. All but 2 parts: The onion chopping and the crispy making. (see below). I found a recipe that someone gave me a while ago- sadly mistaken that I would ever use it. I got motivated, and when I told K that I needed ingredients for Broccoli Casserole from the store I got a cute little smirk. One of those, "I support you- I will watch you try- I think you can do it- Maybe- I'm giving you an A for effort already" smirks. Maybe there was even a glimmer of hope in that smirk that I would actually make a habit of this cooking thing. I am giving it a shot, as once little Cham gets here I am going to be the home maker. The mom, the housekeeper and, yes, the chef. Here's a photog of the process, with a glimpse of how I was yelling at K for instruction half way through:



3 things at once? Oh no she di'in't!


"KRAIG!!! THE ONIONS ARE BROWN!!! I totally quit!"
"That's normal. You're doing great."



"Kraig, please don't get my belly in the shot."

"Can't help it babe."

I know, so healthy.

"KRAIG! I DIDN'T GET ANY CRISPIES!!! You have to have something crispy on casserole. It's totally ruined."

"Oh, I'll just make something up."

"Kraig! There are so many dishes...ugh."

Smirk.

So that was that. It was pretty darn good. I could totally make it again. I probably won't, but I could.

Until Next Time,

The Guff