AvecLion
January 29th, 2007, 09:34 PM
I don't cook. Pure and simple. I have a couple of recipes (lasagna, meatballs,BBQ chicken) but other than that, it's a wash. Let's just say my kids still talk about the time I set the porch on fire making ribs, I filled an apartment with smoke bad enough to set off smoke detectors for the whole block and have the fire department show up (twice!) and that scene in Mrs. Doubtfire may have come from an ER report from when I was a teenager (yes, I melted my shirt and bra to my boob). And my mom is like a gourmet who couldn't stand to have me in the kitchen, so I'm basically culinary-clueless. LOL - I collect recipes, but don't ever use them. Go figure.
But all of a sudden, I've started cooking. Not prepared stuff like we usually have (Hamburger Helper and spaghetti), but real meals from scratch - we had Monte Cristos Sunday morning that filled everyone up until supper, which was a Polynesian-style chicken. Tonight I made hamburgs, but felt compelled to top them off with mushrooms, onions, bacon and cheese sauce. I asked J to pick up some ricotta on his way home - I had a brain storm that I could make "lasagna" in the crockput with elbows and sauce. We're not talking recipes here, just a little hmmm, what can I put with that to get that - and if you know me, you'd understand exactly how out of character this is for me!
My family was freaking out when I said I'd take over the cooking. Dj said he was thinking of moving in with his sister - any of them. J told me if I wanted a divorce, all I had to do was ask. The girls suggested they might take over the Wednesday cooking permanently. But I plodded through and all of a sudden, there's no leftovers. DJ is freaking out and has bragged to his friends about the food he's getting. J is complaining about the increase in the grocery bill, but telling me it's worth it and wakes me up before he goes to work to see what dinner'll be. It's our week to cook Wednesday and Kai, Swan & Soldier have already called to check the menu (BBQ pulled pork sandwiches, if you're interested) - they're doing backflips that it isn't same old same old.
I can't figure this out. Is this like one of the signs of the Apocalypse? Early menopause? Senility (like I forgot my history of kitchen disasters)? Add to that the fact that all of a sudden, I'm reading *gasp* romance novels (especially Nora Roberts)....I don't know who I am anymore! Next thing you know, I'm going to start knitting or something. I'm scaring me!
But all of a sudden, I've started cooking. Not prepared stuff like we usually have (Hamburger Helper and spaghetti), but real meals from scratch - we had Monte Cristos Sunday morning that filled everyone up until supper, which was a Polynesian-style chicken. Tonight I made hamburgs, but felt compelled to top them off with mushrooms, onions, bacon and cheese sauce. I asked J to pick up some ricotta on his way home - I had a brain storm that I could make "lasagna" in the crockput with elbows and sauce. We're not talking recipes here, just a little hmmm, what can I put with that to get that - and if you know me, you'd understand exactly how out of character this is for me!
My family was freaking out when I said I'd take over the cooking. Dj said he was thinking of moving in with his sister - any of them. J told me if I wanted a divorce, all I had to do was ask. The girls suggested they might take over the Wednesday cooking permanently. But I plodded through and all of a sudden, there's no leftovers. DJ is freaking out and has bragged to his friends about the food he's getting. J is complaining about the increase in the grocery bill, but telling me it's worth it and wakes me up before he goes to work to see what dinner'll be. It's our week to cook Wednesday and Kai, Swan & Soldier have already called to check the menu (BBQ pulled pork sandwiches, if you're interested) - they're doing backflips that it isn't same old same old.
I can't figure this out. Is this like one of the signs of the Apocalypse? Early menopause? Senility (like I forgot my history of kitchen disasters)? Add to that the fact that all of a sudden, I'm reading *gasp* romance novels (especially Nora Roberts)....I don't know who I am anymore! Next thing you know, I'm going to start knitting or something. I'm scaring me!