Remember when I said I didn’t bake? Well, I’ve decided I’ll watch other people do it, and record the process/results. I’ll call the series Back-seat Baking, and I thank Sarge for the name suggestion. And so. Sarge brought home a box of cookie mix and a bag of marshmallows yesterday. ‘Do you mind if I put these together?’ ‘Um, no. Rocky Road!’ I asked if I could take notes on this experiment, and he said to scribble away. ‘OK. Don’t…
I just finished a rather lovely dinner that Sarge made. I eat, but I don’t cook. Last night, while watching Life Is Beautiful for the first time (what took me so long?), I ate another meal Sarge made. And I cried. Twice. But that was the film, and had nothing to do with his cooking. When it’s my turn to cook, we get take-out, which is probably safer for all involved. I have tried to cook. I have the burn…
