Darlin', it didn't come from a Campbell can.

Now, anyone in my family will gladly tell you that Clara cannot cook, cannot clean and will most likely never become a homemaker, unless of course, the definition of a homemaker is one that looks after her husband and her kids while minute details such as the cooking and cleaning and ironing and general upkeep of the house is taken care of by someone else.

So believe in the adage "Love Is Blind" when ZY mentions he loves cream of mushroom and I get up early on Thursday morning to go to the market, come back home, chop up the necessary ingredients, wear an apron(!) and begin cooking.

My family and ZY say it's yummy! The next time there's gonna be a potluck, you know what I'll be bringing.






Oh, and results are out. I'm happy but you know me, it can always be better.