My Great Cooking Skills

Shelly walked in the door after school today and said, "Are you cooking supper now?" No. "Oh. Then why do I smell smoke?" The sad thing is, she's not so far off. The oven smokes really bad, it needs to be cleaned, and when I cook a chicken the entire house fills up with smoke. I "self cleaned" it today, so hopefully I can get it actually cleaned and it won't smoke anymore. For a little while, anyway. Till my next experiment in the kitchen.

For another commentary on my cooking...

"Mom, please pass the bowl of grease." Trying so hard not to laugh... Shelly, did you mean gravy? "Oh yeah. Gravy please!" David and I chuckled over that the entire evening, but we really tried not to let her see us laugh, she hates thinking we're laughing at her. Maybe I need to take cooking classes or something. I mean, a little smoke in the house is one thing, but serving my family bowls of grease? Where do I sign up for some lessons?