Nebulous Mooch

I like to think that I’m a good cook. I don’t know what everyone else thinks. I’m such a good cook that my other blog features weekly recipes that I enjoy cooking. I hope to inspire the world to cook delicious food, eat way too much and regret it the next day.

Part of being a good cook is creativity. You have to be willing to experiment in the kitchen. This is the only way to come up with delicious new recipes that will make your mouth water. Sometimes experiments go horribly wrong though.

That’s what happened yesterday when I decided to make a vegetable pie but discovered that I didn’t have all the ingredients I needed to make it. So I used substitutions. Sometimes substitutions can lead to a wonderful new discovery. Sometimes they can lead to shame and embarrassment.

Maybe it was the fact that I substituted yogurt for cheese or mirin for cooking sherry or coconut oil for butter. Maybe it’s because I just started randomly throwing spices in it when I released it was going horribly wrong. Whatever the reason, the pie was terrible. I couldn’t even eat a whole piece. My husband ate two large pieces and kept insisting it was fine. Either he’s nice or there’s something wrong with his taste buds.

The pie was so bad that when my stepson came home from school he said, “It smells like trash in here.” He was right and it wasn’t the trash he was smelling it was the pie. I might as well have emptied the contents from the trashcan into a pie plate and served it up. Oh well, you live and learn, apparently.

This is the video my husband made inspired by the nostalgic video I mentioned in the last post.

My husband–who washed his hair two days after I put up the last post– likes to look at music stuff on You Tube. He’s always done that. I do it too. It’s a good place to see performances or old music videos. Recently, he showed me the same video on multiple occasions and told me about how great it is.

“Doesn’t it make you feel nostalgic?” he asks. His eyes fixed to the screen. “I could make a video like that.”

He must forget that he’s shown me the video before. “Yeah you could,” I say wondering if I have to stand there for the whole song.

Now he’s making his own video like that with his own music in the background. He’s also bought a cable he needed for the camera so he can make movies. “I always wanted to be a filmmaker,” he keeps saying.

Here’s the great video. Now you can all watch it and feel nostalgic.

Today I noticed that my husband’s hair was looking a bit funny. When I touched it, I realized it felt funny too. “What’s up with your hair?” I asked.

“I’m doing an experiment. How does it look?” He lowered his head so the I could get a good look at it.

“What kind of experiment?”

“I’ve stopped washing my hair. I just wet my head and rub it really hard. I think it’s working.”

“How long has it been since you’ve washed your hair?” I asked. Why he would do this experiment is beyond me?

“It’s been a week.”

A week too long. I had been wondering why his hair had been sticking up in all directions more than usual. “You should wash it.” I told him.

He grimaced and left the room.

I somehow doubt he’ll wash it tomorrow.

Just a minute ago he told me that he tried this experiment before and his family knows all about it. I assume it didn’t work then either.