Burning Black Eyed Peas

I have been working for almost a year now to make sure Greg felt confident that I was a good cook. We were both surprised last night that I messed up the easiest thing you can make. I burned black eyed peas..... No, I am not kidding!

See, I love to go home and hang out with my hubby. I work hard all day and I get so excited when I get home and he greets me at the door along with our little cocker spaniel. That is a great way to begin an evening. So, I rush to change my clothes, sort through my mail, ask how Greg's day was and start dinner. It has been really important to us to eat dinner together every night we are both home. And cooking dinner in our house is fun. Greg and I cook dinner together, we talk about what did during the day and hang out in the kitchen until it is time to eat. Well, I was so focused on the salad I was making last night that I neglected to realize that I did not add enough water to the black eyed peas I was making. I seasoned them, turned up the heat and let'em burn. Greg and I were just leaning back against the kitchen sink, chatting and I decided to stir the black eyed peas. I lifted the top, dipped the spoon in and found a thick, black layer at the bottom of the pot. Yikes!!!! How on earth does anyone manage to burn black eyed peas???? I believe they call that, not paying attention.

So, Greg had a double helping of steak and I ate up all of the salad and veggies.... Maybe I should learn a little more about cooking.... I guess it goes without saying that I will not be cooking this evening.