"Great Cook"

I was in the doctors office a while back. I was pretty sick feeling at the time and had to sit in the waiting room for about two and a half hours while the doctor finally got around to seeing me. While sitting there, my husband, who very sweetly drove me there, struck up a conversation with the kind old lady who was waiting with us. Pretty soon, another woman came in who was around my age, maybe a bit older, who had just had triplets six months ago. So she and I chatted for a little while about the fun and difficulties of having multiples. She was pretty opinionated about things and a little odd to talk with but it was better than sitting there doing nothing.

Soon the talk between us turned to cooking and she told me how great a cook she was. My sweety and the old lady happened to stop talking just in time for her to say: "Bisquick is the greatest!"

Great cook? Bisquick? So I said "Really??"

She began to tell me all the wonderful things she makes with this stuff. Pancakes, waffles, biscuits of course . . . she puts it in things, on things, next to things. Goodness gracious!

I wanted to educate her about how easy it is to make these things from scratch. With just a handful of ingredients you can make things that taste so much better. Why on earth are you using this stuff and calling yourself a great cook?!!

Instead, being sick and lacking the energy for an indignant outburst, I smiled condescendingly (or what I hope came across as condescending) and stopped talking. Maybe she thought I was rude, but quite frankly, I thought she was insane for bragging about her Bisquick talents!