Master Chef..Not!
So today I decided to try something different.
I decided to try cook something harder than the usual fried southern cooking. I decided to try to cook some nice Italian food since I know it’s my Mom’s favorite.(Plus I didn’t really have enough money to take the parents out on a nice trip to a fancy Italian restaurant like Olive Garden.)
So I looked up some recipes online and found three foods that I could cook, that weren’t too hard.
And I thought “This should be easy! Plus afterwards I will get the adoration of my parents! Which could lead to them giving me more money to shop with! A win-win situation!”
Luckily most of the ingredients that I need were already in the house so I was all ready to go except my parents randomly decided to try to encourage sisterly love by forcing me to let them help.
Greaaaat.
First off let me say that trying to keep a 6 and 10 year old safe and on task is hard especially with a rebellious teenager blocking me at every turn.
But I was determined to try and make the best of what I had. First I started with the pasta witch turned out pretty good except for the fact that my sisters assumed any meat could be added to the sauce. So they decided to try and add some hot dog meat to my beautiful tomato sauce!
After calmly telling them that they could not put that type of meat in the sauce the little one burst into tears think I hated her.
Great.
Father heard her crying and told me to just leave her be.
After apologizing to her and giving her a loving hug, I told the rebellious teenager to start with the cake and let the two youngest ones help out .
She gave me a smirk which made m wonder what was going through that little evil head of hers. But I decided to leave it be and start on the Italian bread I had made.
After I was done with the bread I went to try and help out the girls with making the cake.
They threw a fit claiming that I wanted to sabotage the cake and that I wanted to make them look bad.
Mother stepped in and told me to leave those poor youngling alone.
Auuugh.
Whatever. I decided to leave them alone and wait until dinner to exact vengeances.
When dinner came I sat my parents down and presented them with the pasta.
“Wait is there hotdogs in this sauce?” After telling them that yes there were indeed hotdogs in the sauce they simply shook their heads.
Overall my parents said that we did a good job. They like the bread but simply loved the cake RT made. As they were raining praises on RT’s head she turned and sent a smirk in my direction.
Sometimes Sisters are soooo bloody evil.
Yes, yes they are. As an older sister myself i can’t even tell you it gets better as they grow up.
It really, really doesn’t. You just get better at rolling your eyes and loving them anyway!
Ack poor you – damn good try though!
I’m happy that I have younger brothers than sisters. So I never had too much trouble with them other that occasional blame for them doing something they were supposed to. But we’re older now so I don’t have to worry about that,we’re all in our twenties with me fast approaching 30.