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My mom and sis are throwing a pumpkin-carving party on Wednesday, and since I'm a dutiful daughter, I offered to bring something. I wanted to bring a dip that my friend A from Borders brought to my house on New Year's Eve, but all my efforts to procure the recipe were fruitless. So in a strange run of luck, I found a recipe by Rachael Ray that looked similar. I decided to test it tonight, and might I say, it's quite tasty. I left out the mustard, as no one I know particularly likes it, and I crushed Ritz crackers over the top instead of almonds. I also added a teensy bit more cheese than the recipe called for. Cheesier is better, right?
I learned the hard way that when a recipe calls for something you don't like (like nutmeg), you shouldn't add it, no matter what the recipe says. I made this mac and cheese, and it was good, but the nutmeg sucked. I even added less than was called for, and it sucked.
I like to cook, and S is very good about humoring my attempts at gourmet. He didn't so much like the mac and cheese, though he ate a healthy portion, because he is so nice. He always says he likes things, but then I have to read his body language, because often, he's lying. He's lying to be nice, of course, and I love him for it, but I do need to know whether or not to make something again.
I try to cook something new occasionally, just for variety, and it doesn't always work out. But I like to pretend, every once in a while, that I'm domestic. Just for shits and giggles. I actually prefer that S cook, and he's very good about it. He really doesn't mind. It's nice.