I was grocery shopping today. I thought to myself, “I’m going to attempt something of a culinary feat.… I am going to cook a meal.” I thought more, “other than American chop suey.”
So quick-as-a-jiffy I whipped out my iPhone and Googled “how to make beef stew in a Crock pot.” Figuring it pretty much cooks itself in there anyway.
Recipes danced across the page. I hit on the “easy” one. I gathered up all the ingredients until I got to the beef part. I headed over to the butcher who asked if he could help me.
“Yes, I need some beef for beef stew.”
“Thats over in the beef section on the right.”
Rather embarrassed, I leaned in and told him, “my mom was a bit of a domestic genius, she could could sew, quilt, bake, and cook like no one’s business. It seems though, that gene passed me over.”
I paused, “ But I have other skills.” and then I winked at him.
He stared back at me blankly. Then he fetched some Choice top round beef, cut it , and packaged it for me. I got home and realized I probably forgot to buy the most important thing in the recipe, the crock pot.
Being partnered with the ex-narchole sex addict years ago had one advantage. I ended up with some mad skills.
That said, it’s never too late to learn. I hope to cook a stew worthy of my mom’s approval. If they have a Crock pot cook-off in heaven, she would definitely win.