My grand-daughter, Robin, asked if I was going to cook a dish she likes of chicken and potatoes. My twin grand-daughters, Annie & Hallie, wanted to go fishing again. My wife, Janet, was driving in from out of town. I decided to do both at once. I preped the meal and stuck it in the oven and off we went to the lake behind our house.
Some call it a pond. They said if you can throw a stone across then it's a pond, because a pond is smaller than a lake. I can't throw a stone across, but, then again, I can barley make the softball across the plate in slow pitch. And since Lake Erie is 21,000 sq. miles smaller than Lake Superior, should we call it the Erie Pond.
Anyhow, we didn't catch fish(I'm a lousy student or Robin's not cut out to be a fishing instructor) I think I'm thru with fishing for a while.
Janet showed up and finished the meal I started.
I'm always stealing her recepies and changing things a little. When she notices me doing something different she says "That's not how I do it." and I answer "I know." I know that I'm asking for it and she knows that I'm asking for it, but then where would she find a wonderful guy like me that cooks & cleans.
The meal came out terrible. Janet said it was because of the spices left out, but I'm leaning towards the parsly.
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