Unsatisfied.

This morning's pigs in a blanket were a bust. The dough was rock solid and tasted like flour. The bratwursts were cooked fine, so H. and I just picked them out of their caverns and ate them. I made these last night, and I did add a little flour to the recipe because there was no way the dough was ready to be rolled out. It was much too sticky, and after adding just enough flour to work the dough, I thought we might have a winner. Alas, from now on we will stick to dough from a can for our pigs in a blanket endeavors.

I'm trying to pick out a recipe from the new site I found that uses ingredients that we already have. These meals have to be cost effective and tasty. In hopes of one day finishing off that stash of rice we have, I shall attempt to make Fiesta Chicken and Rice for dinner tonight.

That picture looks a little daunting, but then again I'm not cooking for a food magazine. Flavor is the name, and cooking is the game.

Once H. finishes multiplying four-by-four matrices on our whiteboards like a mathematician gone wild, we're eating lunch and heading out to watch Captain America in 3D. That should count as being patriotic.