I really must do a better job of journaling our days with pictures.
My Don went to Wal-Mart today and came home with a gas-grill-in-a-box. You know what that means? Yes sir. It had to be assembled. What a team we are! Got that grill put together in 4 hours flat!! Well, maybe that’s a little exaggeration. Once we got the table grill together, we realized… no table. Out on the deck, I got a brainstorm and texted my brother to bring a piece of scrap lumber. His brilliant addition to the idea was the C-clamps to secure the “table top.”
A few days ago, Don made chicken and dumplings in the Crock Pot. When I got my serving out of the pot, I placed the lid on a burner that I thought was turned off.
In case you ever wondered if three eggs really do make brownie mix taste more like a cake than fudgy brownies made with two eggs… they do. And I don’t like cake like brownies.
Tonight, I decided to grill our hot dog buns and you know where this is going, don’t you? Burnt.
I’m dangerous in the kitchen. So glad My Cook is here!