Monday, April 18, 2011

Cooked to death

Over my weekly Saturday breakfast with my 80-something mother, I mentioned what a wonderfully delicious dinner I had fixed for myself recently.
In an attempt to enjoy a balanced diet, I try to stick to the meat/starch/veggie plan, so dinner was as follows: boneless, skinless chicken breast in a honey & wine sauce with sweet potato coins and garlic asparagus.
Yummy, right?
My mother's comment: "You're getting to be too good a cook, you'll get fat!"
?!?!?!?!
My family has perfected the ability to take a positive accomplishment and spin it into a potentially deadly feat.
If I haven't said it before, let me say it now: My family is not supportive or encouraging.
There.