Watch me blow my image here. I burned dinner! Totally ruined it. I’m not sure I’ve ever done that before . . I’ve scorched a thing or two but I don’t remember ever just totally ruining dinner . . til yesterday.
Gumbo is better if made the day before. Sunday we were having gumbo so Saturday morning I cooked the chicken, made the roux, chopped the veggies and made the gumbo. Saturday evening it went into the fridge and then Sunday morning, it was heated, seasonings were tweaked, green onions and parsley were added. And then . .
I went downstairs to clean the sewing room. I thought the gumbo was on simmer. Somehow, I had turned it on high and left it and when I went back upstairs, all the liquid had cooked out, the chicken and sausage were one big glob of charcoal. Company was coming for dinner and expecting gumbo so I ran to the grocery store to get a thawed chicken, stuck it in the pressure cooker, and started over with the pot of gumbo.
And Nicole said “I don’t eat juice” so she put rice in her bowl and added a little bit of meat and ate it with a fork! She ate my gumbo with a fork! The gumbo that almost wasn’t . . she ate it with a fork! That’s just not right.
The girl eats like a bird. But she did like my cinnamon rolls.
Chad definitely knows how to eat gumbo! Yes, they work together . . hence the same colored shirts.
And Vince . . always happy with anything I fix (except burn gumbo) but look at this outfit.
Why is he wearing gauntlets at dinner? He tried to tell Chad and Nicole that he made them on his sewing machine but they knew he hadn’t made them.