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Sometimes you get the elevator

Sometimes you get the molten-chocolate-centered, chocolate cupcakes.

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So I’ve got the cousins over for the tail end of their winter break from school.  And after a brutal shopping session discovering that post massive propane explosion in the city’s west end had resulted in the shut down down all the gas station propane filling stations, and the gas station attendant didn’t know how his own tank exchange system works, and…

After a brutal grocery session, it was nice to break out into the kitchen and just cook.  And it’s still a remarkable experience to take “the plan” and slice it into a logistically sane set of tasks that I can pass around to various teens.  You want a project management lesson, there it is.  Skill levels, skill sets, experience, balancing so everybody gets to participate on something non-trivial and of course, getting the job done.

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And they are reliably talented.  As I let go of the task list, things got a lot less frenetic, and the kids worked magic.  All I ended up having to do was work the grill.  And we ended up with a dinner of steak, portobello mushrooms with red pepper,  pan-fried tomatoes in garlic, baked sweet potato.

And a mouthwatering cupcake for desert.

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How was your dinner?

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  1. elevenser says

    recipe!!!

  2. Pam says

    See? I’m not the ONLY person who reads you! I feel vindicated! See, I used a $100 word (I wonder what that is in $US though, is it as good of a word??)…

    My dinner this week has been consistently lacking… and I haven’t managed to make ONE meal at home due to scheduling and early evening issues. But then my oven has issues too, which makes baking a huge hurdle — it burns the outside without ever cooking the insides of anything

  3. Eygló Daða says

    That looks delicious!! 🙂



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