We went to Ben Franklin Crafts yesterday and purchased this two foot artificial tree. It is made of blue cellophane. There was a purple one, which might have been more stunning, but I preferred this one. No green trees were available.
Today, I will tell you about my escapades as an amateur chef, having been married to David for 35 years.
As you know, I enjoy having folks over for dinner. We were living in our condominium during the 1980s. David invited his friend, who was a CPA and attorney, obviously a very smart guy, whom I wanted to impress with my culinary skills. Per the cookbook, I was supposed to roast beef for 20 minutes per pound. The beef I bought was slightly over a pound. So, an hour before David’s friend arrived, I roasted the beef for 30 minutes, took it out of the oven, and let it rest on the counter. Friend arrived, I sliced the roast, and it was RAW! Friend said, “Oh, I prefer my meat well done, but I’ll eat it anyway.” Ugh. I was so embarrassed.
The second time I roasted beef for company, I made sure I roasted it for more than an hour. When I sliced it, it was over-done, completely brown, not pink inside. But, it was edible, unlike the first time.
The third time I roasted beef, I decided to be fancy and poured a marinade over the beef. I stuck it in the oven. All of a sudden, the marinade caught on fire, and the entire condominium was filled with smoke. I threw the roast in the sink and turned on the faucet. We opened all the windows and doors to let the smoke out. Then, I sent David to the restaurant to buy Chinese food. When my guests arrived, I had to explain why I could not serve them a home cooked meal.
After three disasters, I realized that God had spoken and I wasn’t meant to roast beef. I have not roasted beef since then.
There were other escapades as an amateur chef, but I’ll reveal them later.