Somehow, I was talked into looking after my recently introduced nephews (step-mom's grandkids).
Boisterous, but respectful, they didn't object to me drinking a few beers and nodding out in front of Japanese MTV (satellite television is a wonderous thing).
Later on, they fell for the ol' "smelly sneaker in a plastic bag smells just like watermelon" trick. One of 'em actually huffed it for over five minutes, all the while innocently inquiring "Are you sure, this sure doesn't smell like watermelon to me!"
The kids names are Sheldon and Primitivo... I guess Filipinos have a strange sense of humor, or something.
I felt a new kind of self worth when I got the chance to teach them how to transform huevos and tortillas into a sort of Mexican "French Toast", they loved it and they made me feel like I knew how to cook. If I'd only had the means to serve it up with gravy and chili peppers I think they'd have looked on me as a Culinary Genius. Yes, it only takes a few cans of Guinness to instill delusions of grandeur.
When it was time for them to go home, they praised me: And lo, it was good.
Boisterous, but respectful, they didn't object to me drinking a few beers and nodding out in front of Japanese MTV (satellite television is a wonderous thing).
Later on, they fell for the ol' "smelly sneaker in a plastic bag smells just like watermelon" trick. One of 'em actually huffed it for over five minutes, all the while innocently inquiring "Are you sure, this sure doesn't smell like watermelon to me!"
The kids names are Sheldon and Primitivo... I guess Filipinos have a strange sense of humor, or something.
I felt a new kind of self worth when I got the chance to teach them how to transform huevos and tortillas into a sort of Mexican "French Toast", they loved it and they made me feel like I knew how to cook. If I'd only had the means to serve it up with gravy and chili peppers I think they'd have looked on me as a Culinary Genius. Yes, it only takes a few cans of Guinness to instill delusions of grandeur.
When it was time for them to go home, they praised me: And lo, it was good.
guitargeek:
I have a couple of nieces who think I'm the bee's knees! I make migas for them and they swear I'm the best cook in the world!