A few days ago, I was sort of grumbling a little to myself while cooking. Cooking is not my favorite chore. I hate doing all the work before and after for about five minutes of eating. And now that I feed a poky, picky toddler, I hardly ever get to enjoy a warm meal since I'm shoveling food in her mouth at suppertime, begging her to eat.
I am just now starting to enjoy cooking a little. (Note: I love baking--sweet treats are my fave. And I love being able to clean up the kitchen while something is baking so I can just enjoy the food without having all the dishes to do afterward.) I am lucky to have a husband who will eat almost anything (except peas) and lets me try new recipes on him when I'm feeling adventurous. But every once in a while I think, Gee, it must be nice to come home from work every day and have a meal waiting for you. I suppose this is why my husband isn't as into eating out as I am--he gets to "eat out" (not that my food is restaurant-quality, but it's decent) every night. I was thinking, I wish I had someone to cook for me.
Then it hit me: I do have someone to cook for me--ME. I am lucky to have the ability, physically and mentally and financially, to prepare a meal. I have the energy and brainpower and the financial savvy to plan and prepare meals that are frugal, nutritious and delicious. (I fed 12 people for 10 bucks last year. Boo-yah.) I have the ability to give this gift to my family. And I'm in charge in the kitchen. And that feels good.
Of course, tonight we got take-in pizza, but still. :)
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A Cooking Light subscription did wonders for my thoughts on cooking. I never loved it until I had a magazine that made it into an art form. Now I miss having the time to do it right. Someday. Sigh. :)
you are so funny.
I guess if you look hard enough you can always find a silver lining.
even I, who LOVES to cook, get tired of it every once in a while
My love of cooking is in direct proportion with the gratitude of whom I am feeding. CV raves about nearly every concoction I make, which makes cooking for him and myself much more fun.
It would be alot less fun for me at mealtimes to have to beg someone to eat what I worked so hard to make.
I'm glad you found a silver lining!
David and I share the cooking duties. We both love to cook, but at times it can feel more like work than anything.
I never realized how much of a blessing it is to be able to cook until I talked to a co-worker well into her thirties who had never cooked a meal until a week ago.
I agree with Rachelle on the Cooking Light subscription. My neighbor brings me her old copies and I always feel so inspired by them.
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