Run, Baby, Run….and bring your friends and family

Total time spent cooking: 1 hour, 45 minutes.

The results: cookies resembling rocks in taste and density, fish so overspiced as to be inedible, soupy mashed potatoes, a sink full of dishes and a clogged garbage disposal.

Cookies: Made them with Natalie. Improvised as we were out of butter. I do not recommend this. Much more intent on helping the two year old than followng any semblence of a recipe. She was cute working the beaters, though. My husband declined to eat them and my three-year-old declared them “bumpy, not flat” and “hard to eat.” Then he helped me throw them away.

Fish: Had a great salmon rub. Learned that a little goes a long, long way. Three-year-old also threw his fish away.

Mashed potates: Decent, but not great. Left the skins on, as I knew I’d be the only one eating them anyway. Way, way too much milk.

Dishes: You can imagine.

Garbage disposal: Left-over pasta down the drain. I thought I had it figured out, no rice or green beans down the disposal. Which is what I told my husband. Apparently, it’s been clogged three times from pasta. I think he might have put the pasta down the drain. Which is what I told him. He laughed and laughed, with the “are you kidding me?” look. The thing about being married to somebody with a terrifically better memory is that you really just have to accept that he’s very right and I’ve forgotten about the last two times. Which he had to clean up.

It’s a really good thing that I’m not a chef.