The Dingo asked for beef tips and rice the other night so I decided I had time to cook it tonight. However, I'm not a huge fan of rice so I bought egg noodles with the knowledge that we had minute rice at home that I could cook for him. The following convo ensued:
Doodle: Dingo, I'm cooking egg noodles because I don't like rice. Do you want me to cook you some minute rice? It won't be a problem.
Dingo: I don't care. Either is fine.
So, I hand him his plate of beef tips and noodles (if he doesn't care I'm not going to waste the rice.) I hand him his food:
Doodle: How is it?
Dingo: Really good....I would have rather had it on rice.
Doodle: Seriously?! What happened to I don't care?
And so goes the life of a short order cook.
P.S. Why are they called beef tips? That sounds so unappetizing. I'm going to have to think of something else to call it if I am going to cook it again.
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