|Here I am pretending to be happy in my |
kitchen. A dish towel is my most
common fashion accessory.
Here's the problem. I love to eat. So in order for me to do that I have to cook. Or at least figure out an easy pull-from-the-fridge-or-pantry type of meal. I wouldn't mind living in the Jetson's age, where a person just pushes a button and a complete, nutritious meal pops out for them ready to eat.
I spent 30-plus years making healthy meals for my family when my children were young. We rarely ate out and we all survived my cooking. It seems like that many years of doing something I don't even like should be enough, right? So these days, we eat out more. It's way less expensive now that there's only two of us. And we usually bring home enough food for another meal or two, which is almost as economical as eating at home.
And God bless my dear husband, Rollin, who eats anything I put in front of him and never complains about my lack of culinary skills. And also, thank God that one of his favorite meals is a tuna sandwich.
How about you? Do you like cooking? Love it? Hate it? Refuse to do it? Sound off in the comments.