Don't let the outfit fool you. He is burning our food. Photo by Paolo Camera
Let’s just say that cooking has not always been my thing. I burned food. I used to be the guy at the butt of all of the cooking jokes. You know the ones right?
It takes you an hour to make minute rice.
You are the best thing to happen to my waistline because when you cook I lose my appetite.
Your family says their prayers after they eat.
You can’t boil hot water.
Where there’s smoke, he’s cooking.
The best thing you can make for dinner is reservations.
I deserved it. I ruined a lot of meals. When we invited people over they wanted to know if I would be near the kitchen before they would accept. I overcooked noodles for spaghetti and made hamburgers that had the same texture of the charcoal I cooked them over. If cooking was a gift, I made the naughty listed and missed out on presents that year. Continue reading “Burned Food: A Story of Building Confidence” »
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My wife says that I always make a mess. I might not agree with her but then again to some degree she might have a point.
WHERE THE MESS COMES FROM
I’m the wonderful guy who likes to get a new cup every time I get something to drink. It’s not that I just want to make more dirty dishes. It is just that I am too lazy to go through the house trying to find my old cup when there are so many new ones I can get that are right in front of me.
The same thing happens with plates. I eat a sandwich then I put my plate in the sink. Then about 10 minutes later, when I get hungry again, I grab another plate and make another mess. I have been told that by the end of the day I use more dishes alone than a family of 13. I hope that is an exaggeration. Then again after looking in the kitchen I can see where they are coming from.
I’M NOT CLEANING THAT JUNK
I sit around all day eating and drinking till my heart is content. I load up the sink with dish after dish, and cup after cup. Now the sink is overflowing with the big mess that I just made. And guess what? I don’t want to clean that junk up. It stinks. It’s nasty. I don’t even want to go near it. Who wants to touch old soggy food? Continue reading “Life Lesson: Washing the Dirty Dishes” »
I cut my son’s hair.
Let me set the premise of the rest of this story. I am not a barber. To make things more interesting, my son is six years old and has more energy than the sun.
To get him to sit down for a mere 5 minutes would be a miracle. I needed him to sit still for 20. Well, just the other day my son and I was off on another haircut adventure. I went into the cabinet to grab the clippers, pulled in the high bar stool I use to have him sit on, and covered him with the plastic tarp to keep the hair from ruining his t-shirt and Star Wars whitey tighties.
IT BEGINS
I began the haircut like I always do with a firm speech. It went something like this. ” Ian I need you to sit in this chair and act like you got some sense so I can cut your hair. Don’t you act a fool.”
By the end of my speech it sounded more like pleading. Continue reading “Patience |The Haircut Story” »
