I watch cooking shows much in the same way that guys watch sports: as a spectator event to be enjoyed, one that gets me all psyched up and even a little nostalgic that, if I worked hard enough, I, too, could be that good. But, alas, I know it's all a pipedream, and watching the action on TV is a lot less work than actually striving to accomplish the very same feats myself.

So, this weekend my daughter was on the couch with me watching a cooking show, and she decided that she wanted to make what they were making. Unfortunately, the dishes they were making weren't anything I'd eat, and I knew my finicky daugther wouldn't go near them.

"They're making asparagus pasty puffs, do you want to make that?"I asked, knowing what her answer would be.
"I don't like asparagus."
"They're also making mushroom soup."
"I don't like mushrooms."

It looked like I wouldn't be forced into the kitchen any time soon, when they offered up a recipe I actually wanted to make - cream cheese pound cake! It sounded, and looked, so amazing. I'd found our dish and was ready to get out the sugar and start warming the fourteen sticks of butter the recipe called for.

"That looks delicious. We are so making that pound cake," I told her.
She instantly put an end to my dreams of high caloric intake. "But I hate pound."

Now, I know I've mentioned how picky my kids are, but when my dauther claims to hate pound, I have to wonder how they're ever going to function out in the world.

"It's not an ingredient, it's how much the cake weighs," I explained.
She hestiated for a minute. "Oh. I thought it was a vegetable or something."

Needless to say, we didn't make cream cheese pound cake. Instead we watched as they enjoyed this creamy creation on TV and decided to go out for pancakes the next morning instead.