Forgive Me My Trespasses

I've sinfully led you to believe that I seldom, if ever, cook. That's a bold-faced lie. Upon occasion, I bend down and wrestle with the mess of pots and pans in the deep cupboard where I hurriedly tossed them after their last outing. I hate messy cupboards but this particularly odd-shaped one is impossible to keep organized, especially when dinner is done, the dishes are clean and my belly's full. At that point, I only want to get out of the kitchen.

In the summer, I don't usually make spaghetti, but after a coworker made mention of it last week, I realized I was hungry enough for it to spend time in the kitchen throwing it together for dinner last Friday.

I boiled the macaroni, browned the ground beef and added the sauce (Prego Onion and Garlic). I cut up half a loaf of French bread and heated several thick slices wrapped in tinfoil in the oven.

Finally, with simmering, boiling and reheating going on in the background, I assembled two salads. Since all types of salad greens don't store and keep for long, I've given up on them. I cut up veggies, add shredded cheese (always sharp cheddar), sunflower seeds and dressing. I like Paul Newman's light dressings, especially his Newman's Own Light Raspberry and Walnut.

Yes, I will tell little white lies and exaggerate a tiny bit if I think it'll add zest to my blog posts. You don't mind terribly, do you?