The Pioneer Woman has ruined me for life. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Ree Drummond and everything that she stands for, but I must give credit where credit is due. If you have not a clue who I am speaking of and feel a tad out of the loop, do not fear. Today is the day when you are introduced to the smartest, sassiest, most creative rancher wife in the Midwest. And quite possibly the United States of America. My good friend Maris introduced me to the wonder and beauty that is the Pioneer Woman and I have been transformed into a wife that enjoys cooking, nay, takes pleasure in cooking.
Let me give you a picture of Amber pre-marriage (also pre-Pioneer Woman!). My kitchen was filled with lunch meat, Kraft mac and cheese boxes and bags of frozen French fries. My credit card receipts would tell you that I spent way more time in coffee shops than in the kitchen or in the aisles of the grocery store. Anyone that had talked with me more than, say, five minutes, could attest to the fact that I am a sucker for a Wendy’s Junior Bacon Cheeseburger and a big ol’ Gumby’s pizza. However, in the five months that I have been Mrs. Keck, I have been simply stunned at the dishes that these hands can concoct and shovel into my husband’s mouth.
But anyway, back to the original topic of conversation, Pioneer Woman, wife to Marlboro Man and mother of four. On her blog and in her best selling cookbook, she has introduced the world to a plethora of delicious recipes that man, woman and child can all partake in and enjoy. Over the past few months, I have introduced my kitchen to a few of these delicious recipes as well. Last night, I chose to go with a simple stir fry recipe for dinner, and by simple, I mean simple. I ripped open two bags of frozen veggie mixes, threw them in the skillet, cooked some rice and voila! stir fry. Easy, right? Not so much. As I sat down and took the first bite, I was disgusted. Bland, bland, bland. I could hardly finish half my serving because it just didn’t taste like Fancy Macaroni or Chicken Parmigiana. Oh, Pioneer Woman, how you have ruined me! (But I know my husband thanks you!)