I made dinner for dinners

In honor of this morning's overseas affair (which was truly lovely, was it not?) I offered to cook my family some good southern chili and cornbread for dinners. I also wore my best plaids and blue jeans. If this doesn't add up for you, you are most likely a normal human being. I, quite frankly, am confused at the relation between all this myself.


(Thanks to roommate Dottie for the fabulous, award-winning chili recipe.)

It turns out that cornbread without cornmeal or any ingredient containing the word "corn" is just bland yellow cake disguised as a side-dish. And boys younger than age 16 don't like chili ("I would like it if it didn't have beans it it. Or corn. Or tomatoes. Or peppers. Or onions."), so I was pretty much the only one who ate it anyway. Mothers are such strong specimens.

4 comments

  1. Awww, sad loss for brothers! But guess what? We had that same vase on our table last night too when we fed the missionaries! Coincidence? I think not!

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  2. Dottie, diggin' your quote from the 'Incredibles.' Bery appropriate. And that chili recipe is really fantastic.

    And Laura, as for your cornbread without corn, I think it is brilliant! Although, I would double check it. After all, most products are just a clever rearrangement of corn...

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  3. Sarah, I am NOT diggin' your quote from bio.

    And Laura, I've just been sitting here forever reading your blog because it is hilarious and OH so much better than studying:)

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