Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

Little background for those who have yet to get to know me well. If I were to describe my general cooking level I would say I'm at the Kindergarten level. When it comes to cooking meat/meat things I'm in pre-school and still having a hard time touching it raw. You can get cooties from raw meat you know.

Now for my short little story. My sister, Jamie, called me today to ask how to make gravy. I laughed and though to myself, "did she mean to call me?" I asked her if she remembered that I don't even eat gravy and then laughed some more. I then told her how to make gravy and the only reason I know how to do that is because of my cute Grandma Roberts who taught me how to make it when we were living with her. No offense to all the other wonderful family members I have lived with that would have been happy to teach me how, I was in my selfish stage and not into learning such domestic things. Anyway back to Jamie. So I told her how to make gravy, she said good bye and we hung up. I told Rocky what just happened and he was surprised that I got the call. I told him that she probably all ready tired Jacque with no luck and Mom was at church so I was the last resort. He thought I should call and verify...so I did and I was right. Jamie said that Jacque didn't answer and Mom was at church. All in all I was honored to even be in the resort.

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