I set out this evening to prepare an entirely home cooked meal. Creamy tomato soup with fresh tomatoes from Glenn's garden and buttermilk biscuits. But like every kitchen endeavor I undertake, it went to shit pretty quick. I don't know how to use the Cuisinart, which means my biscuits were mixed one too many times and I lost some soup from overfilling the stupid thing. I cut my left thumb and burnt the right (my evening sewing projects will have to wait). And dinner was delayed by about 1 hour.
But those boys found creative ways to pass the time.



When it was all said and done, my dinner was pretty kick ass - if I do say so myself.



It was good, but I think next time I will leave it up to Stephen to create homemade masterpieces and stick with casseroles or pre-made pasta dishes. As Stephen replied when I asked why I suck so bad at this stuff:

You have lots of other skills, honey. And some people just weren't meant to be in the kitchen.