M committed a cardinal sin tonight.
We visited my parents for dinner on very short notice because I decided to capture a stray cat that has been wandering around their house for quite some time.
Despite the last-minute plans, Mumsies was able to turn out a feast.
She placed dish after platter after bowl on the table until I pleaded for her to stop bustling around the kitchen and come join us.
There were many veggie-friendly dishes (finally my parents have accepted my decision to go pescatarian).
But the kicker, the crème de la crème, the dish that caused me to swivel, look at M and ask him if he would like to retract his statement?
That was the Spicy Beef Stir-fry. I had made a similar spicy beef dish on Father’s Day and M said it was great.
Tonight, however, he was singing a different tune.
M: “Mmmm…this is amazing! Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever had anything this good.”
*Silence except for gobbling noises from M*
“Are you sure about that? Think carefully.”
M: “Uh. Uh. Yours was good too, just different.”
*Death stare*
Even though M may have lost the privilege of having a hot, prompt dinner greet him every night for a few weeks, I have to admit Mumsies is incredibly skilled in the kitchen.
I secretly asked her for her recipe. Maybe I will be able to replicate her spicy beef dish and then will not have to suffer through M’s effusive praise for another cook.
xoxo,
Jenn
