The Old Prof

My wife, afflicted with anterograde amnesia and increasingly subject to strange whims ( oh I know. those of you who know her will argue that she always was) has decided that she wants to eat all meals out.

I, noticing that she favors eating out every meal, have begun cooking in again.

Last week it was French Onion Soup. I cheated and used canned consume this time. Then I made beef stew. I threw the last of that out today. Cooking for two is different than cooking for nine.

This week I made Pork chops baked in french Onion soup with a little dijon mustard mixed in, and poured over the chops. Seemed to be acceptable.

Today took chicken tenders and flattened and tenderized them, browned them in butter, spread marinated artichoke hearts over them, roughly chopped.

Laid swiss cheese over that.

baked in 350 degree oven for 30 min till tender (and it was!)

served to yo momma (And you know who yo momma is, you kids who read this)

and she said,” and I quote, ” why in the world would you serve something that looks like its wrapped in a dirty dish cloth?” un quote.

Still smiling. i pretty much expected it. At least she took it out of the front room and the recliner where i served it and put the whole thing in the sink. i was pretty pleased with that.

I used to cook a lot. I found that if the thing cooked had an unacceptable name it wouldn’t be eaten. I began calling everything I cooked “Ick Soup”. Might as well get it over with quick

Next time I think I will use more marinated artichoke heart. Nice taste. i wonder who figured that out.