|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2011-06-01 14:01:00
So one of the seven zillion things I had to do last night was make a cabbagey salad thing for the 'cookout' at work today. (In quotes because, due to Heat Factor Whoa Nelly, it was more of a cookin.) I got the recipe from here, and yes that's the foodporn website. So I made that last night, and it tasted pretty good to me, and I was all *proud of myself! ^____^* Then this morning I wake up to a note from the female parental unit. "It tastes really salty to me," she wrote. "You might want to leave a little early and get some coleslaw from the grocery store."
Somebody's had an attack of the Mommies.
But like all budding cooks who have spent a lifetime having their hearts herded about by well-meaning helicopter moms, I was a bit shaken by my mother's judgement. When cookout time rolled around and everyone started to eat, I watched the salad level in the bowl as it dropped slowly, peeked at everyone's faces as they tried my offering. Finally, just as I was about to swear off cooking forever and live off of peanut butter sandwiches, somebody told me, "Moogle, your coleslaw is really good."
"Yeah, it's delicious," said another.
"I'm going to figure out the recipe," announced a third.
"Yay!" quoth I.
So victory tastes like pickled cabbage salad. I can't wait to tell my mother. ^_^