Wine gets this Italian (okay, okay, half-Italian) past the homemade manicotti epic fail. |
My glass of red wine sits on the counter like an old friend who accepts the imperfections of a mom who regularly attempts to widen her culinary abilities.
My glass of wine doesn't criticize when what seemed like the start of a great meal takes a horrible turn.
My glass of wine takes the sting out of admitting to the family that the grand, homemade meal promised earlier in the day is going to fall short of expectations.
Bits of homemade manicotti chip away at my ego. |
My glass of wine makes it easier for me to dial the number of Times Square Pizzeria so my family can still be well fed despite an epic fail on my first attempt at homemade manicotti.
My glass of wine makes it easier for me to focus on the fact that even though the manicotti shells didn't work out, I knocked the sauce and cheese filling out of the park.
My glass of wine encourages me to get back on the proverbial horse and try again.
Never judge a book by its cover. This was not a great homemade manicotti. |
Here's to another try at homemade manicotti. Salute!
Micki Bare, mother of three, wife, daughter & writer is the author of Thurston T. Turtle children's books.
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