Oh man. It's embarrassing, it really is, but for the life of me I CANNOT COOK with this pregnancy.
I've been burning things left and right. I've been measuring wrong. Sometimes I have NO CLUE what I've done wrong.
We had chili and cornbread on Sunday for dinner. Bo made the chili, I made the cornbread. It was a disaster. Oh it was HORRIBLE. I've made that recipe hundreds of times, even down here in Galveston (so I know I can't blame the weather or the altitude), and it has always turned out so delicious and wonderful. Not this time. I have no clue what went wrong, but something did, because it wasn't good. It had a horrible texture and was just bad. I can't even explain it.
Monday I tried a new meatloaf recipe a friend gave me. I mixed it up and put in the fridge to sit at 11 in the am. I was soooo proud of myself for finally being on top of things. Well. I put the potatoes in the oven a half hour before the meatloaf that night, to make sure they were good and cooked, then later put the meatloaf in ON TIME, then while it was cooking and near the end of it's supposed time, I put in asparagus rolled in olive oil and then sprinkled with garlic salt and parm. cheese. I was on a roll people. I had planned a great dinner.
And then....the meatloaf wouldn't set. It looked cooked, but it had the texture of raw meat. So in it went for a half hour more. By this time the potatoes were done and the asparagus was too (or so I thought). We set the table, fixed up the potatoes, cut up the asparagus, got all ready and checked the meatloaf. No change. WHAT THE?!! Back in the oven it went, me a little teary eyed. We sat down and ate what we had and. . . the asparagus was too tough. To quote Bo, "at least your potatoes turned out good." Yeah thanks. Kinda hard to mess up baked potatoes. I wouldn't put it past me to mess them up in the future though.
So by this time, we decided to check the meatloaf one more time, and if there were no changes, we were gonna just call it a failure and go get some pizza.
Pizza it was.
At least my kids finally had some dinner to eat.
I still have 4 more months of this pregnancy. What are we going to do??? Thank goodness for frozen meals and fast food, and a husband who is very patient.
The meatloaf. It looks really bad because by this time we were chopping it up in different places to see if it looked better anywhere else. It had such promise. sigh.
My kids happy with their pizza.
On a final note, weeks ago I had signed up to feed the Sister Missionaries, and tonight was the night they came over. You can imagine how nervous I was to cook. I seriously was.
Luckily tonight it turned out well, thanks to frozen veggies and a pasta dish that didn't require going in the oven...and Bo's help in the kitchen. And by help I mean him checking to make sure I had all the right measurements and assuring me it looked good.