What? It can be a word if I want it to be one...
Welcome to my little experiment. I realized one night after making dinner for J
(stuffed peppers – YUM!) and being overly proud of myself that it was the first
time I had ever made a real dinner for the poor guy! In just over 8 years of marriage... Ooops.
I mean, I had
made things that I wanted before and just happened to make enough for him...
The problem is that I tend to want to eat like a 5 year old a lot and that’s not his cuppa
tea. Like when I made him tamale casserole – a dish that I grew up on and love
to this day. He took about two bites and then made himself something else if I remember correctly - I know he did NOT like it. Or when I
made him crescent dogs! What a delicious night that was!
**To my
credit, I had tried to make him my mom’s lasagna once, but he kept taking over,
so I abandoned the kitchen and played games on my Nintendo DS on the couch while he made
dinner. And I have since made lasagna without him home, so he COULDN’T take
over. AND I do all the laundry... So there’s that...**
I don’t know
what it is... I just don’t have the “wife” gene. It must have skipped me
somehow. I hate cooking. I REALLY hate cleaning... I think part of me feels
like – “I’m at work all day, then I go to the gym after work, and the last
thing I want to do when I get home is cook dinner! If we want a housewife in
this house, I’m gonna have to start doin’ a whole lot less of this ‘goin’ to
work’ nonsense.” Which is unfair of me. I know this... He works too – farther from
home and longer hours to be quite honest, but still... He actually LIKES to cook.
And is really good at it!
He makes
BEAUTIFUL dinners! Out of things that seem completely random to me. He just knows
what will taste good together just BECAUSE. He does kitchen sorcery like “cracking
an egg open with one hand” or “flipping things in a pan instead of stirring”....
Things that would leave me with a handful of crushed egg or a wall covered in
food... And he always has everything finished cooking at the same time – and everything
is perfectly timed and wonderful. I try to think of doing that and snort-laugh.
A lot.
I can’t look
in the fridge and go, “Hey, there’s a pork tenderloin. I’m gonna make.......”
Because that’s literally where my brain shuts off. Seriously... I couldn’t even
make up an example to use here! My brain had a panic attack and ran away to
look at recipes for cupcakes and cookies.
Because that’s
what I enjoy. I love baking.
I could make some sort of bread, cookie, cake, cupcake, sweet... every day of
the week. I have recipes that I know by heart because they are my standards. A
thing that is definitely NOT true about COOKING. I don’t know any recipe by
heart and I certainly don’t have anything that would just pop into my head to
create!
I WANT to be
a better cook... Kind of... Ok, not really... But I feel like I SHOULD want to
be a better cook... Because grown-ups know how to make something for dinner other
than a tuna sandwich... So I’m determined to change some things around my house.
I will arm
myself with a stock of recipes that I feel fairly confident I would be able to
make and I will start trying to cook dinner. And I will try to be better about
straightening up... And maybe vacuuming more than biannually (seriously not
that much of an exaggeration). I’m not putting any kind of “numbers” or “times”
on this – not for real real. I’ll just say.....
I am going to
cook dinner one night next week!
GULP!
I will pick
something that seems easy enough to make and I WILL make it! I will pick it
before our weekly shopping trip so that I can buy whatever I need to make it
and can’t make excuses about not having the ingredients! I will not curl up in
the corner at the thought of touching raw chicken! The meal will be
well-rounded and include protein, veggies, and a carb of some sort!
And if it
comes out dry and disgusting, I will try again next week!
I’ll let ya
know how it goes... J may decide that he doesn't REALLY wish I could cook like he thinks he does and will resume all cooking duties... We'll see. Maybe I'm gonna be a naturally awesome chef - I just haven't made an honest enough attempt at recognizing my full potential yet....
Yeah.. See? There's that snort-laugh again......
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