Attempting to be the cook on a daily basis, I’ve found my dishes to be horrifyingly hit-and-miss. Cheri took a bite of Papa Murphy’s pizza last week, and damn near barfed. But she did do three ounces of grilled steak today. This made me very happy, as steak is very easy to prepare. In Iowa, we have an abundance of it.
Breakfast is another story. If I get up early enough, I can whip up a toasted egg-and muenster-cheese bagel. That seems to go over well. Cheri commutes a long distance every weekday, and my hope is to help her not pull into McDonald’s every day. Not that she can’t do that, of course, but it’s just cheaper to send her off with something to eat. I may have to come up with a menu. Hmmm.
To sum up, Cheri’s definitive quote: “Everything just tastes wierd.”
