My Cooking. It is that bad. Really.

I spent some time this summer around real moms.  Moms who cook.  And I've been inspired, in my own little way, to spend more time preparing meals.

Last week I was trying a slow cooker lasagna recipe.  It involved browning ground beef.  This is not something that I usually do.  Or something that I ever do.

Evidence:

I'm at the stove and G approaches me: "Waz dat?"

Me: "I'm cooking meat."

G: "Das not meat."

Me: "Yes.  It's a different kind of meat.  It's not chicken meat.  It's beef meat."

5 minutes later G comes back for another peek.  With complete confidence, he announces: "Das not meat" and walks away.

Case closed.