So I mentioned yesterday that I planned on writing more posts about my cooking escapades. I figured I’d go easy on you, and tell you about the homemade dinner Mr. O and I made last week. Now, I should preface this entire blog by saying that Mr. O did almost all of the work himself. I simply helped put the top layer of dough on the chicken pot pies, and I also mashed the potatoes. The mashed potatoes weren’t the best I’ve ever had, but I didn’t hear any complaints. We made dinner for Jackie and Jersey (I hope you guys like your nicknames. I know Jackie will) and Mr. O’s son… who also needs a nickname for the blog…Wolverine? Little O? Hmm, I’m going to have to think about that one.
So, I really don’t have much to say about our dinner since I can’t take much credit for it. I was actually really proud of Mr. O’s cooking skills after I finished eating. I’ve never been a huge fan of pot pies, so I figured I’d feel all “ehh whatever” about dinner. Oh, no! I was more like “yum, yum, yumm, give me more!” Mr. O has always proven to be a great chef. He’s a good teacher too. I like to be in the kitchen with him and prepare our meals together. A lot of times we’re in a rush or I have a lot of homework to do, so he does most of the cooking. But that doesn’t mean I’m not interested… I plan on doing a lot more cooking.