Thursday, August 18, 2011

Keeping Up with the Joneses. Or Maybe the Petries.

So I feel like I'm just jumping on a bandwagon. And that I'm back in 10th grade on Xanga. It just seems natural that now I am a full-time stay-at-home mom and do-it-all housewife that I spend (waste) time writing a blog. What harm can it do, right? Those dishes can wait.

Speaking of dishes, I am not a good cook. I once ruined scrambled eggs. It's true. I was trying to surprise Brandon by making his favorite meal (breakfast). He was surprised, alright. Oily eggs, burnt toast, thick uncooked pancakes... I cried and cried and it was all he could do to hold back his laughter. I am trying so hard to get better- plan meals, look at recipes before I go shopping and not 20 minutes before dinner so I know I have all the ingredients I need before I begin, making sure I cook something other than chicken each night...
We also got Netflix recently, and I'm already on season 2 of "The Dick Van Dyke" show. I want to be Laura Petrie (Mary Tyler Moore). She has is all together! She always looks beautiful, she's witty, clever, intelligent, and I'm convinced she's the perfect wife. Um, not for me. I'm not looking for a wife, I'm looking to be a better one. So she's my muse.
Because of all this, I decided to make blackened talapia tonight. I followed the recipe, had all the right ingredients, cooked it in the right pan (don't take it for granted that I don't always know what that is) and for the right amount of time. Of course, it turns out that a recipe for blackened food should be cut in half if you're only making 3 fish filets instead of 6. This would be time for what the twitter world calls a "hash slash" or something like that. Insert: #failoftalapicproportions Brandon said it tasted like the salt gods were punishing him for not having enough sodium in his life up until this moment and they were really letting him have it.

Maybe tomorrow we'll just have sandwiches.

2 comments:

  1. Tracey, I'm sure you're a great wife! And, don't sweat it about not being a master chef. I'm no Paula Dean, but Bryan loves me anyway! ;)

    I LOVE that you're blogging! It's a great way to keep up with each other. Keep it up!

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  2. aw, i'm glad i clicked on this! love the title and your writing. probably an improvement from high school- how awesome were our xangas though?

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