Hate is a strong wording, but people, I cannot stand it. I promise you – I’d rather clean a toilet bowl, wash every dish, do 10 loads of laundry, sweep and mop the floor. I have put “cooking” on my New Year’s goals every year for roughly … 10 years. I’m in the same spot.
Around 4:00 o’clock I start wondering what is for dinner? And you know there are about 2 options you can pull together at that point. Pasta or some sandwiches. Sometimes, I’ll really step it up with breakfast for dinner.
My girls are great eaters. They will eat veggies and fruit and steak and salad. I am thankful for that. They really do eat pretty healthy despite my skill level. And, I can turn it on when I have to! I make a mean Texas Caviar or yummy dessert when I’m hosting a party. I mean, you do what you have to do when it’s time to impress, right? How sad. Poor family.
I know part of me is just being stubborn and not making this a part of my day/schedule like exercise. And, we have been spoiled with Ron’s job here. He works for a restaurant company so we get to eat out A LOT. And, we have someone visiting us almost every week it seems.
Part of me just wants to say “well, that’s just not my strength.”
But I have two girls.
I want them to feel comfortable in a kitchen. I want them to understand it’s not their “role” but it’s a wonderful way to serve their family and their friends. Cooking is hospitality and love. It’s helping out a friend who had a baby. It’s saying “I’m so proud of you” to a husband that had a tough day at work. It’s providing a place where conversation can happen for family and memories and traditions happen around that same table.
I am so comfortable with my skill level being basic. I am never going to be Edie or Paige. (Although I swoon and love them). Pumpkin Chipotle Soup isn’t on the list this week.
I kid you not – I have not used my kitchen aid mixer since we got it for a wedding gift. Swear.
But I am willing to step it up for my girls. They ask so often to be involved. Their new favorite show is Pioneer Woman. This just might be something we could learn to love together. Maybe.
And PS – my stinkin head hurts all of the time – so I am guessing if we do less pop tarts and more eggs, that could help.
Katie made me this game plan and I like it. Actually, I love it. I can do this. I think.
I must mention I love my husband. He comes home and cooks/prepares meals so many days a week. He truly never complains. I cannot believe I just admitted all that …
Am I alone here? Please say I am not.
Maybe if I got off this computer… I could cook something… so what kind of salad should I make for tonight? It is MONDAY!
He Whispers