Frozen Taz

Sunday

Well, my 30dy blog contest was closed for interviews. I was going through hard core withdrawals, so went surfing though WDC entering things here and there and finally gave up and decided to be womanly.





Just for the record, my husband was fully aware when we 1st started dating I was not a cook or a baker. I barely clean and am not the frilly make-up & dress up type either. Therefore, any of the above mentioned is a treat.





I was board no outlets left to explore, no money and too cold outside to physically explore so:





I began to play in the kitchen and the next thing you know I have a dinner that totally filled my family. Which when you have a man size boy (16yrs old, 6'3, around 235#) is no small feat. Plus I baked this smores bar fudge cake desert.





My son gave me a complement I hadn't heard in so long I had actually forgotten how often it was used when he was little. "The welfare cooking guru is back"





See I was a single mother for many years, but never being one not earning my own money I never did qualify for any of the welfare programs that the lazy unemployed baby making & illegals qualified for. I sort of got know for being able to throw minimal things together and feeding a crew. You know how it is kids having fun and want their friends over for dinner at last moment. Hens the name 'Welfare Cooking GuRu'.





Tonight's dinner was 1 can chili, 1 box stuffing & 1 small package of sausage: cost around $5 and about 10 minuets to feed 3 adult size tummies with left overs.





This is going to be a long Monday.





Taz





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