When we moved to Las Vegas in 2007, it took me three weeks to “cook” myself breakfast. That involved opening a packet of microwave oatmeal, pouring the dry contents into a bowl, adding a quarter cup of milk, placing it in the microwave, setting the timer, and pressing start. When the microwave “dinged,” I removed the bowl, stirred in a cup of yogurt (very gourmet), and ate. I was proud of myself (still am) and I told Jerry so. He was not impressed.
|THIS IS NOT WHAT I COOKED TODAY.
(JUST A SIMPLE LUNCH BY JERRY.)
It has taken me more than two months to finally “cook” in our kitchen in Sevilla. But, I overcame my fear and did so this afternoon. I didn’t even need to read the instructions to figure out how to work the microwave.
|IF YOU’D LIKE THE RECIPE, LET ME KNOW.
(HINT: I ADDED MILK.)