It's the 11% ... I KNOW it's them!

Turkey Tenderloin. What part of the turkey is the tender loin? Especially since the recipe says "Turkey Breast Tenderloin." I finally found some hidden under the turkey scaloppini at the Superstore, so that was cool. But oh, how I loooooooaaaathe people who can't find the stupid bar code on their groceries and yet insist upon doing self check-out. I actually considered ripping the effing box of Minute Rice out of the woman's hands and scanning it myself. People: If you can't find bar codes or scan your groceries without cranky computer voice lady telling you fifty billion times to "remove the last item from your bag," then you are NOT evolutionarily ready for self check-out.

Okay. Vent Complete. Now, onto Turkey cooked in wine and then smothered in (slightly overdone, but still delish) onions that have been caramelized with wine, butter, thyme and brown sugar. Oompa Loompas, come and get it, these were AWESOME. Good thing, too, since "Favourite Green Bean Casserole" is not at all appropriately named. In fact, I personally think it should be called "Would Have Been Amazing with 3 More Cans of French-Fried Onions and Cayenne Green Bean Casserole." Scott made a point that was both nice and guilt-inducing: "I don't really like green beans, but I don't mind this, so it must be pretty good." It helped, but I then felt kinda bad that I totally forgot he doesn't like green beans and then made them a huge part of the meal. Whooops.

I'm thinking I will definitely taste all of the recipes the "Betty" way, but may keep various spicy additions on the table with the salt and pepper. My mom says Betty's generation didn't do "spicy" the way we do now, with most people having access to ethnic foods and ingredients that are ACTUALLY spicy... In other words, they didn't know what they were missing... we do. And OMG, how I miss that spice!!! I'd pay more than I'm proud to admit for a Thai Spicy Green Curry right about now...

Tonight I am not cooking. Nope. Not even if an Oompa Loompa shows up at my door and sings me a song with my name in it that rhymes. (Okay, if that happened, I might whip up some cookies... you know, to be polite.)

xox