*Insert Homer Simpson droul noise*While some at work complained today about the upcoming holiday season and spending time with annoying family and eating awful food, a vision of last year's beef wellington popped in my head. "Haha! Enjoy your green bean casserole whilst I devour tender steak, sauteed mushrooms and crispy puff pastry!"
Just the sight of this photo gets me excited about the holidays and all the opportunities my mom has to use her culinary talents. She just...gets it. Cooking makes sense to her. It's easy, rewarding, demanding and fulfilling at the same time. That woman knows her flavor profiles. She is the MacGyver of food. Give her a half-empty jar of peanut butter, 2 packets of splenda, oreo cookies, lemon zest and a paperclip -- you'll have Thanksgiving dinner in 15 minutes. I kid you not.
So, thanks mom. You are a great cook and wonderful company.
Except when you get into the liquor cabinet.
Actually, you are a lot of fun when you get into the liquor cabinet.
Let's raid the liquor cabinet together, mom.
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