The Inmates Run the Asylum

Dad bought a book of crock pot recipes and tried one of them tonight. It wasn't too bad.

Basically, it had a lot of the ingredients you'd put in a goulash, only it was more like a chili. Then, we put it over noodles. It looked disgusting, but was pretty tasty.

I'm thinking that since Dad's got this new recipe book and he only cooks on weekends, he should be set for dinner ideas until next spring when it gets too warm.

Then he'll have to buy a new book.

I'm okay with that.

Tomorrow is my Papa's birthday. At his age he's not much for celebrating, but Carrie and I are going to make him lunch and take it down to him. I'll make a couple of mushroom and garlic pizzas right before we head down.

But, tonight, I made pumpkin muffins for him.

Now, while I'm a reasonably good cook, I'm a lousy baker. I can fuck up cookies that come out of tube, no shit. Carrie insisted that we have some sort of baked good, as it is a birthday, and since I've had good luck with pumpkin muffins from a box in the past (I can also do cheesecake brownies from a box and pumpkin pasties from a tube/can) I thought that was the safest bet.

I'm happy to report that despite a last minute rush to the store for canola oil, they came out okay. Now, I'm going to finish them off with a nice topping of cheesecaking icing.

There is no way this will end without a big mess.

ETA: Frosted the muffins without making a huge mess, but Carrie felt the need to watch me, waiting for the impending "disaster".

Me: Don't you have a show to watch?
Carrie: Nope. You caught me in my between shows doin' stuff time.

No disaster for her.