Mom had a hair appointment for last Wednesday night, so she put me in charge of the encharitos. (Enchiladas made with flour tortillas and pinto beans. Mmm.) Delighted, I donned my apron, put all the ingredients for encharito assemblage on the butcher block, and went to town. The meal was a success, and I was giddy the whole night with my domestic success.
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Showing posts with label Domestic Inclinations. Show all posts
Monday, June 15, 2009
Taking the Reins
I've spent my whole life watching my Mom. I watch her many tricks and talents at work in the kitchen; I watch her make careful grocery lists and I go the Sam's Club and King Soopers with her and watch her play the coupon game. I'm watching and learning for when I'm the boss, and last week, I had the chance to put my years of apprenticeship to the test.

Mom had a hair appointment for last Wednesday night, so she put me in charge of the encharitos. (Enchiladas made with flour tortillas and pinto beans. Mmm.) Delighted, I donned my apron, put all the ingredients for encharito assemblage on the butcher block, and went to town. The meal was a success, and I was giddy the whole night with my domestic success.
Mom had a hair appointment for last Wednesday night, so she put me in charge of the encharitos. (Enchiladas made with flour tortillas and pinto beans. Mmm.) Delighted, I donned my apron, put all the ingredients for encharito assemblage on the butcher block, and went to town. The meal was a success, and I was giddy the whole night with my domestic success.
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