Friday, January 26, 2007

Stewing in fun

Edit: My original send-up of this post contained an error. Corrections, like the words of Jesus, are in Red. I stand corrected. So sorry, Kel

Nothing great to report. The Boss Lady has been working late a lot lately. I am starting to think it might be a plot to get me into the kitchen. Either way, it has been one LOOOOOOOOOOONG week.

"I know we've only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days. And the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day, and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it."
Steve Martin, The Jerk

I really like the idea of cooking, but I am not very good at it. Wednesday The Princess and I spent most of the afternoon making pizzas, home made crust and all. They turned out pretty good. Actually, they must have been great. The Talker ate a few slices.

He isn't a terribly picky eater, but he really does not get too excited about trying something new, especially if Dad makes it. On second thought, maybe he just has a fully developed sense of self-preservation. Avoiding most of the foods I make is probably a good idea.

Yesterday, I made a small pot of stew. Why a small pot? Because I don't think I had ever made stew and I expected it to taste like that. Though my stew started out looking like a staple of my college years, Kelvin's Chuck Wagon Special*, it turned out great. I ate some for lunch, we ate it for dinner and the leftovers went into the freezer. And like Kelvin's Chuck Wagon Special, someday it will come back to haunt me.

Tonight the family is on it's own. I'm heading to church tonight to help put the new projection screen system to use. Some of the guys are hooking into it with an XBox. I think Madden NFL 07 is on the menu for my dinner.



*This may be the first written recipe for Kelvin's Chuck Wagon Special.

Start with what you got in the pantry and 'fridge. Mix it all together in a pot and cook the hell outta it. The only requirement, ketchup. Lots and lots of ketchup in the pot.

It is done when you are too hungry to wait any longer.

8 comments:

Angel said...

Mike.... I'll post a really easy recipe that even my daughter eats it (and she hates everything.) If you can follow directions, and throw ingredients altogether and mix you can make this and the family will love it.

Check my blog in about an hour!!

Long Island Dad said...

See Angel got the "food" thing out of this post... Me, I'm enamored with XBOX on a projection screen. Is EVERYTHING really bigger in Texas? Y'all certainly know how to party!

jd said...

HA! I got the XBOX and projection screen out of this post, too. What does that say about me? Sounds like a good time!

Angel said...

I saw that there.... I didn't miss it. LOL.

I focused on the problem and want to fix it by offering a good, quick easy recipe. I doubt he needs my help with the tv thing. LOL

Anonymous said...

That's Kelvin's Chuck Wagon Special! You do have the recipe correct, but if you want to make sure...ask Kyle. He was the only one sure of how it was made. I always achieved a "Stupor" before making it, in order to eat my own cooking!
KRB

Mike said...

My apologies to the great Chuck Wagon Special chef and master.

Please forgive me.

Anonymous said...

You will be forgiven...after you finish your bowl of Kelvin's Chuck Wagon Special. Please pass the ketchup.
KRB

Terry said...

Although I am unfamiliar with Kelvins Chuck wagon special, I am familiar with my step fathers version and his name is Chuck...I am having visions of Tuna Cassarole, oatmeal and raisins simmering on the stove in one pot. I wont mention any addtional ingedients because it is too horrifying...