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A rare occurance happened this evening. Abbie and Keith are both out of town for the night, so Adam and I were on our own. First, we went to Goodies and split a piece of French Silk Pie, then we were going to go to Spenser's for a smoothie and to watch our good friends Bryan and Jaron rock an original song on open-mic night...but, alas...open-mic night was trumped by karaoke night. So, Adam and I headed to Mr. Movies and rented Ratatouille, which we had both seen in the theatres, but was playing on the Mr. Movies screen when we went looking...so, in a nut shell....their marketing worked.

Anyway, the movie started me on my own personal food rant. You see, not unlike our favorite rat chef, people think I can cook. The truth is...I'm not sure about that. I feel like everytime I get the "what's for dinner" question, I have to re-invent the wheel. Remember when you were growing up and you could say "oh, my mom makes the best _________"? Well, I don't think my kids have that, mainly because I don't feel like we eat the same things very often. Now, you might think that's a plus...really, it's a lack of planning. It's 5:00, we need to eat in the next hour-ish, so I throw together what's in the fridge/pantry/cupboard and serve it. I'm trying to remember things we've eaten...and really liked...and I can't think of even one, even when I've made an effort and started with a recipe.

Which is another part of my rant. I google and print recipes...alot. I have recipes and the print date on the bottom is sometime in 1997. Remember 1997? People weren't even sure what the internet was in 1997. You would think with all these recipes, I would have those staple favorites that I make again and again. You would be wrong. Now that's not to say I never repeat dishes, I guess there is a small core. However the closest thing my kids have to the proverbial "my mom's ______________ is my absolute favorite", is the sweet potato in orange cups I make on Thanksgiving...and it's not even my recipe...it's Emeril's. *sigh*