Cooking Isn’t My Thing
After I was married, I confided to my Mom that I didn’t really like to cook. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t like coming up with a weekly menu or going to the grocery store, although that was part of it. But the main thing was I just didn’t like the cooking itself. I didn’t like the time it took, and I didn’t like the fact that even when I followed a recipe, the meal, more often than not, didn’t turn out as expected or like the picture in the cookbook. I’m more of an I-eat-for-fuel person than I am a person-who-loves-food, so I’m sure that didn’t (and still doesn’t) help either.
My Mom told me that I would “learn to like it.”
That is so not true. I learned to accept that I needed to cook meals – after all, I had a husband and then children, but I never really learned to like it.
I have many cooking failures in my past. They aren’t something I try to remember, but this week one was brought to mind.
Over the past weeks, I have been scanning older scrapbook pages. Pages that were created with paper and scissors, stickers and glue. Ones that were made in the 8 x 11 format, before the 12 x 12 format was popular. This week I came across the page pictured below. This failure seems to be more related to distraction and/or lack of attention to detail. But still… it pretty much sums up my kitchen experiences.
How about you? Is cooking one of your talents?
Too funny Karen, sounds like my Mom … on the other hand I LOVE to cook, experiment, try recipes from other cultures, make some up too… 🙂 I often take pictures of what I cook if it comes out good, have had occasion to scrap a few too LOL I am sure noone ever went hungry in your home despite that fact. 🙂
I sooo wish I were like you, Judy. My husband loves different foods. 🙂
I can so relate to cooking, My Mother was a very basic cook, Meat, vegetables, and Potatoes, not fancy vegetables either, just corn, carrots, beans. Therefore, I am quite the same, never sure about which spices, so yes I invested in quite a few cookbooks to try out after I got married, well, needless to say, my late husband was a man just like my Dad and loved the basic cooking style. When he died not too long after our 30th Anniversary, I met another wonderful man, fiver years later, and not only in so many ways like my first husband that he could fix anything he loved to cook and shop, two of my dreaded things in life, and because he is Greek too I am enjoying a whole new world of culinary food. We have been married 16 years and enjoying every moment, now that our children are grown we can travel, but most of all I only do the cooking maybe once a week, never have to grocery shop, I do the cleaning up after is all that is required.
Kathleen, Thanks for sharing. You’ve been able to experience “cooking” on both side of the fence. What a joy to only cook once a week!