What happens when I decide to try a new recipe? Chaos. No doubt this is a common occurrence when somebody who can’t cook decides to try a new recipe but why does it always have to happen to me? Or maybe it’s the fact I want to try two new recipes in the same week.
The first recipe requires a teaspoon of fresh chopped parsley. After wandering endlessly around the produce department, an employee took pity on me and asked me if he could help me find something. I said, “Yes, please. I need a teaspoon of parsley.”
He handed me this:
What the hell?
I need a teaspoon, not a shade tree. But, because I’m very shy, I said thank you and put it in my cart. It’s now putting down roots in my refrigerator, waiting for me to figure out what to do with it. Chop it up…or start a hedge around my property line?
The second recipe tells me to shape my meat mixture into meatballs the size of English walnuts.
I repeat: What the hell?
I spent several years in England as a child and, while there are a great many things I remember fondly about the country, I don’t seem to recall the size of their nuts.
Do the English have larger nuts than Americans? Smaller? Do the Americans even have nuts at all, or are they imported?
See, this is what happens when I try to make something that doesn’t come in a can or a box. Chaos!