It's just that the pioneer woman = way more glamourous than me. I know, she always says she's just wearing holey yoga pants, but she always looks beautiful in her pictures and her kitchen and her kitchen gear? gorgeous.
I'm a little more, shall we say, rustic.
For instance, The Pioneer woman uses a metal mallet to pound her chicken. Me? I used a toy hammer.
Logan thought cooking with a hammer was great fun! Don't worry, I stopped him before the crackers became crushed crackers.
The pioneer woman has a fancy pepper grinder. I have salt and pepper shakers that look like books.
Remember her great kitchen gear? I've got paper plates. Oh yeah!
By the way, there is no milk in this recipe. It's only on standby there in case a sippy cup needs to be filled.
The thing is, despite not being glamourous or cool like PW, my chicken parm still turned out awesome!
The other thing is, I bounced a baby in a bouncer to keep him happy while I made this wonderful dish. If I can do it, you can too. It's that easy.
As the pioneer woman would say,
Can you guess whose dinner this is? Hint: He ain't no woman. He ain't no child. And he fixes computers for a living. (She would say "and he castrates calves for a living"... but I told you, I ain't pioneer woman. She may be beautiful. She may have a gorgeous kitchen. Her photo taking ability may blow me out of the water. But I got THE BEST MAN IN THE WORLD)
If you have a man that you love. Make this for him.
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