It was Saturday.
I've decided that I've got about one good dinner per week in me, and whatever the day of the week it manages to land on will be Sunday Sunday Sunday!
So, yes. We'd planned it out months ahead of time. "Planned" in that we said we'd have to get together sometime and make something sometime. Solid.
Eventually we pegged it down to sometime in July, because my kids would be in Yakima visiting their grandmother and it would lessen whatever amount of crazy that would be happening at Corina's.
'Cause man, that place is nothing if not full of crazy .
|Much like this teapot, it would seem.|
Not that the crazy isn't fun or anything, but given the massive amount of crazy I'm hauling around with me at any time, it's not exactly the best plan to try and blow the threshold.
Not my kitchen + house of crazy + worrying about food not turning out + worrying about my own kids' interactions = Bitch Ass Crazy
So, not the fun kind of crazy.
|Seen here: Super Fun Happy Time!|
Also: How Corina paints the walls.
When I got there three of her brood were off doing things more fun than hanging out with their mother's dumpy friend and her less dumpy husband. Smart move, kids!
Given that, you'd think I'd have made less stuff but... no. Never!
|It's watching you.|
|What. The. Fuck.|
That claw thing?
It looks like someone braised the fingers off of a goddamn Gremlin!
|Mom's wrong. I don't care how hungry I get, I'm not eating that.|
Do you see it!!!? Do you see it's creepy little fingers poking out?
How the hell was I supposed to figure out how to cook the damn greens when recipes paired them with accompanyments like that? Fucking C.H.U.D. fingers?
There really is an argument made for not eating anything with a face.
|Especially this face.|