This Friday’s “Cooking Calamities” post is a shortie by author Joanne Tailele. Her husband was in for a sad, sad meal~~~
When I first got married, at age seventeen, I had no idea how to cook. I sat for hours on the kitchen stool chatting with my mother while she cooked – she thought I was paying attention. I was not.
Shortly after I got married I announced to my new husband that I was going to make stew for dinner. His mother made the best stew ever and he left for work anticipating a wonderful meal.
When he got home, there were boiled potatoes, boiled meat, and boiled carrots. Ta-daw!! Stew, or so I thought. No gravy, no spices, not even an onion. To say the least, my hubby was not pleased.
Truthfully, I have never learned to cook, although I can do better than my 1966 disaster. My NEW husband (I might have scared off the last one) does all the cooking. No complaints here.
I was born a midwest girl in Youngstown Ohio and wrote my first short story at the age of ten in blue colored pencil. It was a mystery called “The Mystery of the Missing Marble.” For most of my life, my writing was private, for my own enjoyment and therapy. In 2010, I discovered NANOWRIMO and I challenged myself to write a 50K novel in 30 days. I finished it, but it was awful. After joining an online writer’s group through Writer’s Village University, I picked away at my story for a full year with the help of the other girls in my group from all over the globe. It took me another year of edits and rewrites when I joined a local writer’s group before I felt it was ready for the public eye. Accident is my first novel and is the reincarnated version of the original Accident through NANOWRIMO. It is now available as an e-reader on Kindle Amazon and will be out in print copy through Outskirts Press in the fall of 2013.
A second novel got pushed to the “later file,” and I am currently working on my third. To coin a phrase from Jodi Picoult, my writing idol, my stories are “moral fiction, not because I plan to change anyone’s mind on a subject but because I hope to cause you to think about modern day issues that most people would prefer to shove under the rug.”
I currently reside on Marco Island on the SW Gulf coast of Florida with my husband. Proud parents of eight his-and-hers kids and nine grandkids, we spend our time boating and enjoying the white sandy beach of Marco when I am not writing or selling real estate.
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Boiled potatoes and carrots I could handle, but boiled beef? That ranks right up there with boiled chicken.
Not long after my husband and I married, I invited my in-laws over for dinner. My father-in-law asked what I was cooking, and after I answered, he didn’t sound too enthused. Later, when my mother-in-law and I were alone in the kitchen, she confided they didn’t care much for boiled chicken. I doubled over in a fit of giggles. I didn’t say boiled, I said broiled.
My question to you, Joanne, did you eat your boiled concoction?
Sounds like maybe more of a hash than a stew? Hash is good too. 🙂