Soy un cocinero horrible!

I think that means I am a horrible cook. In any language, that is a true description of me.

I love Tex-Mex food! However, I haven’t figured out how to cook it – AT ALL!

You’d think guacamole dip would be easy enough, right? Wrong!

First of all, how in the world do you tell a good avocado from a bad one? Then, how do you keep them fresh to use them a day after you buy them?

I took three, really big avocados, washed them, and cut them in half – only to find they were 99% yucky. I carefully pared out what I considered good enough to eat. Though the computer says the dark colored junk in an avocado won’t hurt you, it makes me gag looking at it. There was barely enough for a good taste for me and the old man, but I put it in a bowl and continued.

I forgot my grocery list today, so I forgot the guacamole dip seasoning package. Argh!

I decided to use taco seasoning to replace the forgotten dip mix. I got out the big container of spice and looked at the lid. One side showed a picture of a spoon. The other side was the sprinkle side. Knowing that stuff sometimes comes out a little slowly on the sprinkle side, I turned the container upside down and gave it a hearty shake.

Alas, half of the container spilled onto the onions and avocado I had prepared. At some point, I must have taken that little clear thingy off the top of the container.

But I was determined. I rinsed most of the spice down the sink. My concoction is sitting there draining while I pout. ( After lunch update – I made avocado toast with pepper jack cheese. Not as good as what I wanted, but at least I wasn’t wasteful.)

Which all proves once again that though I most always have really good intentions, my carry through is often lacking. Do I keep trying, or just give up and say it is NOT MY GIFT?

There are several things I’m thinking about putting into that NOT MY GIFT garbage can. Last week, I wrote what I thought was a funny blog about how I am tempted whenever I pass a display of Pilot G-2 bold #10 pens and fresh notebooks. Ronald said it was too weird – even weirder than normal – so I didn’t post it. Maybe I’ll put aside my attempts at humor and stick to being the straight man in the family.

I put 8 books online earlier this year. Since they are online rather than hard copy, it’s easy to edit. As I did that this past week, I corrected a number of small mistakes. Though there will always be punctuation omissions, I don’t really care. I’m not a fan of commas. Like my daddy always said, “Does it say what you meant to express?” Yep. It has crossed my mind to delete my books and quit writing. Whether or not writing is truly in my skill set or not, I decided to keep writing because I like doing it.

The cooking I will try to improve, but I’m not guaranteeing anything.

Oh well. God loves me anyway.

Here’s a couple of spiritual considerations. Ecclesiastes 9:10 NLT ‘Whatever you do, do well. For when you go to the grave, there will be no work or planning’ … I hope that means no cooking!

Though the other day I realized something. Every time the Bible talks about feasting in heaven, never once does the Scripture say I have to help cook or clean up after! Whoop! Whoop!

Blessings