This will be the most random post you've ever read. It's about food ("all she talks about is FOOD!" okay that's only funny if you've seen Jim Gaffigan: "Hot Pockets!").
Anyway, I have several things to say about food. I completely own that I am a terrible cook, and that it actually gets worse when I cook for people outside of my family. But, I did indeed cook 2 out of 3 meals when my parents were here. I left out lunch. What in H-E-double L do people eat for lunch? I rarely eat lunch 'cause I can't figure out what to make myself. I hate that meal. Sandwiches? Barf. Anyways I did cook breakfast and I did cook dinner. And my parents were so complimentary about my meals! I think they plotted with each other before they came that they would try and boost my cooking self-esteem. Well it worked, even though I think they calculated beforehand.
Also, I bought myself this. It too boosted my self-esteem as well, since it's all about terrible conctions from yesteryear. And I've already read it from cover to cover, in less than 24 hours. And I certainly did laugh my head off: I had to keep wiping the tears/mascara off my face. I highly recommend this, as well as it's predecessor: "The Gallery of Regrettable Food". Priceless.
On a final note, have you ever had Crunchy Ramen Salad? Maybe it's just a Utah recipe, like fry sauce. I don't know. Well in this house, we love it. It's Jeff's favorite. At my grandpa's post-funeral lunch, we actually did NOT eat ham, funeral potatoes, jello, and rolls. I know! I was shocked. It was delicious. Except for one thing: the "crunchy ramen salad". Oh ho, no, it wasn't what we thought it was. Monique and I both piled our plates with what could only be crunched up ramen noodles, with the dry packet of seasonings very liberally sprinkled on top of it. It was 300% of your salt intake for the day in one bite. We looked at each other and discreetly spit it into our napkins. Well, enough said about food. I need to go cook breakfast.