I Am Not a Chef

Recently on Facebook a friend of mine suggested I should try to get on the show "Chopped".

I am not a chef.

I have never claimed to be a chef.

After a conversation with another friend we both agreed that putting good food on a plate and having people enjoy it, is enough for us.

Being able to admit that we know not everything and yet having those special few people we call when we need a cooking question answered is a huge thing for us.

I am lucky enough to have 2 chefs in my family. Trained, schooled Chefs, not just people who cook well and "claim" to be a chef.

I also have a friend who is a baking queen and can pretty much answer almost any baking question.

I just want to say Bravo to those of you who are Chefs... I apprecaite you, all you do, the hard work you put in, and I would never claim to be one of you... I wouldn't want to be. Mainly because I'd pay money for schooling and then have to work a job to pay off my debt. Both of which would take me away from my kids.

Thank you very much, but I'll experiement here and there, and still never be able to compete with my children's love for the blue box mac and cheese with hot dogs and corn.

Springtime

Me thinks the Groundhog was mistaken.

Last year, at this very time, I was outside with my children, snapping pictures of them playing in the yard with only sweatshirts for warmth. The ground was no longer mucky, they could play on their big plastic bicycles, they could dig in the dirt.

This year however, it is too chilly for said activities.

Not really, we were outside yesterday. But the whole no mucky and digging in the dirt will have to wait.

I still have snow bordering my lawn and what's left of the igloo is mucky and slick.

I think that the groundhog should be sued, or at the very least, his handlers.