I've never made it much beyond Easy Bake in culinary skills. No one has starved at my condo, but they have taken their lives in their hands sometimes. This morning I realized that the Rubbermaid spatula I used to stir the queso last evening is missing a large chunk. A fiesta dental disaster awaits anyone who doesn't look closely before biting the Dorito.
When I was a kid we had an annual spring torture in Phys. Ed. known as the President's Physical Fitness Test. Do they still do that? I used to believe that John F. Kennedy was watching me do sit-ups from heaven.
Maybe there should be a President's Kitchen Fitness Test...
No comments:
Post a Comment