On our last night at Grandma's, I made dinner and dessert (ok i had a little help). I made chickpea cutlets with mustard gravy and mashed potatoes. I was a bit behind schedule so Grandma mashed the potatoes but I did everything else. I had a crisis midway through when I misplaced the thyme. I put it back in the spice drawer and could not find it again. My mom looked. We took everything out of the drawer. We called two neighbors. My mom found some across the street but it wasn't minced and then just when all hope was lost and TBL was screaming because he was 'stuck' in this swing, I find it the drawer we had emptied twice looking for it, weird. I even made a fresh blueberry pie which was delightful if I say so myself. Everyone seemed to like the cutlets and gravy. They don't look like my friend Fran's who taught me how to make them. They were browner which I think may be from mismeasured soy sauce. My sister in law, Melissa, is practically a gourmet cook so I was nervous that she would hate it. I think she liked it and she's my barometer. My folks are too nice to say anything especially now that they know my fragile emotional state is and how much I don't cook and how easily I'm prone to crying since having my baby. My brother, David, will eat just about anything and if he didn't like it he wouldn't say anything but he would just make fun of me behind my back on the phone to my other brother (they are skilled at making fun of me but I am just as good as they are if not better :-) ) My niece, Madison, is very polite and most likely has been told a bunch of times when going out to dinner to just try what you are served and if you hate it, she can have something at home later. I took a picture for proof that I made dinner. Looks kinda scary I know but the plates are pretty.
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