Proof that Roman spits out his food.

I opened the dishwasher and found this the other day. 

The other night I thought I would make Rice a Roni.  Um, whoops.  You would think after burning it so many times in my life that I would learn to pay attention long enough to stand and stir, but no, I always get bored and walk away from the stove, only to remember about it later. Oh crap, I did it again.

Cathy said something once about making Hootenannies for dinner.  I asked her, "What in the heck are Hootenannies?"  German Pancakes, duh.

So I decided to give it a try.  Ya know, mix things up from our everyday, gourmet, three course meals.  The recipe seemed easy enough.  The only hiccup was the fact that I had to remember where I unpacked my blender.  In a small kitchen it didn't take long to find it and I didn't have too much trouble making these.  I didn't burn them and they didn't spill into the oven so that was good.  

Although these Hootenannies are strange looking, I thought they were quite good tasting. However, not all my children agreed.  Roman and Bella did not even try them.  Capri liked them them well enough but John said they weren't very filling.  So there you have it folks, another dinner that sucked.

Today I made ham and those potatoes.  Ya know, those ones with cheese and corn flakes on top?  We also had corn.  Big surprise.  No rolls since I figured we had all the carbs covered with the potatoes.  Here's the report.

What did you make?  Ham, potatoes, corn.

Is that it?  No jello?  No jello.

Did Roman eat it?  Just the ham.

Did Bella eat it?  Actually yes.  After telling me it looked gross of course.

Did Capri eat it?  She loved the potatoes and ham mixed together.

Did it make John sick?  No.

Did you burn anything today?  No.  A fairly successful dinner.  Except for the fact that I put the ham in the crock pot and it didn't fit so I had to put it in the roaster oven and now I have to wash the crock pot and the roaster oven. 

Will you make this again?  Yes, because I love ham.  I'm part pig.