The world according to Riff.

The other night, I decided that my little girl was old enough to start learning to cook....We started out simple, Angel Hair pasta, with a sauteed onion and shrimp marinara sauce....She did just fine, and actually seems to like the idea of learning, instead of viewing it as a duty...I hope she marries a dude that cooks also ...lol...Anyhow it got me to thinking....she is 10 already...geez I'm getting fricken old.....suddenly my back started hurting, my vision blurred, and I started craving prune juice and a recliner..."Hey honey The Andy Griffith show is on after Matlock!"....Then I woke up...phew!....Then I showed  my little riff-let how to flatten a boneless skinless chicken breast whithout scattering chicken bits all over the kitchen, and that was lightly seasoned and dusted in flour and browned in the pan...over all she did pretty good, had to call her back to the kitchen when she got bored with waiting on the pasta to cook, but she IS 10...lol...tommorrow it's "dad can I borrow the car, then next, " dad I want you to meet.__________"!       (huh?)            AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH no no no no no...... GO TO YOUR ROOM!.....denial is such a great tool....he he he he......riff