Friday, March 25, 2005

 

Evening at Home

My uncle mark is visiting from out of town for his 50th Birthday Tour.
When I turn 50, I want to go on a birthday tour. Why wait? Maybe when i turn 26, I will take a birthday tour.
Anyway, we had dinner to celebrate his arrival. My mom made stuffed shells and salad and garlic bread and garlic zucchini. I was in charge of dessert. I had to ASK to be in charge of dessert because nobody in my family believes that I can cook. My mom tentatively agreed to allow me to bring dessert. But when I got there, she already had 3 boxes of exciting things from the bakery down the road. I was peeved, but she assured me they were for the weekend. So anyway, I made Death by Chocolate Cake. It is so amazingly moist and bad for you. Everyone loved it, but nobody believed I made it. They thought Juan did it. Here is how the conversation went:

Me: 'Isn't my cake deliciously fabulous and moist? Please validate me and my culinary skills"
Mom "Good job Juan"
Me: JUAN DIDNT MAKE IT!
Mom: How did you make it Juan?
Dad: Great cake Juan
Me: JUAN DIDN"T MAKE IT!
Sister: What is that brown stuff on top??
Brother: Poop
Me: IT IS CHOCOLATE GLAZE FROM SCRATCH!!!! AND I MADE IT!!!!!

Comments:
awww! nicely done, juan! i'm sure it was delicious! -- nut

ps, you really need to teach that fiance of yours how to cook...
 
lol. I can believe it! My sister used to insult me in public on other things not cooking. Like who ironed that shirt did you have it done. I did it. huh. I'm sure you get the picture.
 
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