My shepherd's pie
was a colossal failure today. Everything was being done the right way, and it required concentration, like doing math in my head. I read instructions, cut everything in fourths, made the necessary substitutions, and I was so focused that, when Bill sneaked up behind me, I yelped. (He said he didn't sneak up. He was just there, because he lives here.) Doing exactly as I had been told online, I remembered what someone advised years ago, "Can you read?" 
"Yes." "Then, you can cook." Oh Contrare! The problem was I put it in the Slow Cooker for exactly as long as it said to, on the right temperature. Much later, it was time to boil and mash the potatoes
and grate the cheese.
I kept wondering why it seemed as though the cook pot was OVER doing the contents, as far as the aroma was concerned. I put the mashed potatoes and cheese atop the meat and vegetables, anyway. Would that I hadn't! The rest of it was totally charred, and the potatoes got mixed in too much to separate. I suppose I could have a sense of humor about it as my mother did. She was required to make a "fairly stiff batter", which stayed (stiffly) on the spatula, so she could carry it to my dad and ask if it was, in fact, a "fairly stiff batter". But instead, I'm disappointed,
because I was really excited about this project. Guess I'll stick to writing and such things
which have stood the test of time.
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