In our household, if not for Ryan, there's a good chance Jaylinne and I would
starve. Literally. Ryan cooks 90% of the meals in our house. I'm not exactly
what you would call a "chef." Although I have mastered the art of macaroni and
cheese, that's about as far into the world of cooking as I have delved.
I haven't figured out what it is about the Sanders family that makes them good
cooks, but from my experience I've learned one thing: if your a Sanders, you can
make a mean dinner.
For Thanksgiving, I was asked to bring a salad. Easy enough, right? I thought so
too...but then the panic set in. A salad?! I can't just bring a bag of pre-mixed
salad over for Thanksgiving dinner!?! Let me rephrase that: I can't just bring a
bag of pre-mixed salad over for Thanksgiving dinner...and keep my dignity. So I
threw some lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, radishes and avocado together in a bowl and
there you have it. A salad.
Since then, I thought I could do more. Ryan does so much for us, and he deserved a break. I'm clearly looking to expand my cooking
skills beyond that of pop tarts and quesadillas. So tonight, I thought I would
take a stab at making Ryan and Jaylinne dinner. I decided to make seasoned, grilled chicken with diced, garlic-ranch red
potatoes and corn. Not bad for a newbie, eh?
So. What's a sure-fire way to tell you're an adult, you ask? Well that's a very
good question. As far as I can tell, there are several different factors in
determining exactly how far up on the adult scale you land. But in my mind, the
level of your adulthood is in direct correlation to the type of plates you use
at dinner time.
Would you look at that! Real plates. Not even paper! My mother will be so proud ;)
Oh! We even
made an extra plate for my dad to eat after we pick him up from the airport tonight.
A pretty good day all around :) So to all you aspiring chefs out there, if you have any recipes you swear by, send them my way!