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Fail!

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Well, the Hubby is working late all week. Which means: cereal for dinner.

However in attempts to broaden my palate, I attempted to make a pasta dish mixed in with spinich (well, it sounded good) as a side with Tilapia.

FAIL.

It tastes like crap! How can I fail at pasta? But, I did. Have you ever tasted rubber noodles? So, I try and spice it up with seasonings.

FAIL.

Still tastes like crap.

I would take a picture, but I think it will scare you (for reals), so instead, I will attempt to put it in Hubby’s lunch tomorrow to see if he notices my attempt at failed pasta. Hopefully, he doesn’t read my blog before he eats his lunch!

Oh well, at least I know a good failure when I taste it! Pouring the milk over my cereal as I type.

MMMM Cereal.

UPDATE:

The attempt to put above failed pasta in Hubby’s lunch was declared null and void when even the dog would not touch my rubber pasta. So, Dearest Hubby, if you are reading…no worries, there will be no pasta surprise in your lunch…thanks to Patches’ upturned nose and my feelings of guilt.

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The Takers…

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More dinner conversations with family at dinner time over an open flame on a fire table (yea the fire was mesmerizing):

Mike (Alan’s weird brother): You guys are takers (referring to my sisters and me as I am stealing food from Hubby’s plate)

Hubby: All Mannix girls are takers!

Alan: laughing whore-like (Rae’s interpretation)

Sar: We are NOT! (glaring the death stare at Alan)

Me (matter of factly): Yea, I never denied it.

Hubby: Well, sometimes they are givers.

Mike (all knowing): OH I see!

I run inside to try and write part of this conversation on my hand so I can remember to blog about it (several Maker’s Mark ciders later)

Me (to Sar and Rae): Do either of you have a pen?

Both of them: What for?

Me: So I can write it on my hand for my blog.

Sar: Is it about me?!!!!!!

Me: OMG, everything does not revolve around you.

Sar: YES IT DOES!

Then we all (again several Maker’s Ciders later) decide to sit down for a game of Scene It.

Me: Ok, everyone we are going to play Scene it.

My mom: What? We are going to play Phoenix?

Me: No! Scene IT!

My Mom: What Semen?

And that is another episode of Fun times with all the Fam! Good times!

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