Dinner a disaster?
CWhile I may not have it all together, but really who does, I mean only the Blessed Mother really was the perfect house wife. I'm not her, but as I have been stuck in my house for the last three winters (thank you to my precious preemies for keeping me there!) I have learned some tricks to keeping myself sane and even finding two seconds to do other things...I'm not sure what those things are right now but I'm sure they are projects or other cleaning tasks that I will get to somewhere down the road here. Anyway, dinner...it comes every night beckoning like finals on a daily basis, and many days I find myself cramming like a college freshmen and producing what most cramming does, mediocrity. Now mediocrity is not something I like to be known for and at one point in my life many people thought I could cook. This praise and position have not served me well. I married an Italian, who is the son of an Italian, who is the son of someone off the real island of S...