Happy Day to you, my awesomenesses!
I’m about to share with you the part about cooking that sucks.
Apparently, if a recipe (also known as the directions behind the Knorr package for Alfredo Sauce) asks for “1 1/2 cups of milk” and you add THREE cups of milk, this does not give you more yumminess – although you would think it would on account of SIMPLE MATH.
In fact, “more” – as my daughter informed me earlier this week – is “much, MUCH less” in this case.
She was compelled to tell me this right after I told her that, “this is how it’s SUPPOSED to turn out.” (“This” in reference to our dinner pictured above.)
And as a side note, which isn’t really a side note because we’re still talking about the same incident labeled “#AnotherDinnerFail”, she walked out of the kitchen shaking her head in disgust while muttering a single word under her breath. A word I didn’t even know still existed in today’s day and age.
My daughter has somehow made the connection between “teenager me” who naturally went against authority, and grown-up me who naturally can’t follow a recipe.
She’s a genius.
Or the reincarnation of Freud.