cooking
So.....
I'm learning to cook.
Now at first glance that probably seems fairly innocuous so let me explain. Up until this point I would have said to anyone that I met, I don't cook. I don't mean I can't make fancy stuff, i mean, I screw up canned soup; Kraft mac and cheese makes my palms itch; Ramen noodles are a challenge and I have actually, not figuratively mind you, burned water. So why then should I go back into this arena of failure?
4. Yes 4, a simple numeral that can be so sweet and meaningless nestled in between 3 and 5. A wonderful integer that only matters in our life when it is attached to the equally sweet word "children." Since our fourth blessed bundle babbled his way into our lives time is of the essence. Between church, house, kids and Karin's job, (Karin's my wife for those of you who may not know me), we have less time to get things done and done well than we ever have. Now my wife comes in from her job around 5:15 p.m. and my kids mob her because she's mom and she's awesome to boot. In the past, she has fought them off lovingly and made our dinner, every day, but it was really beginning to stress her.
So I decided to intervene, because Karin is greatest wife in the world. (I realize some of you might be inclined to argue, I understand if you harbor these thoughts,but don't try to win this argument. My evidence is in surmountable and I am the most mule-headed man in the world.) On the days when I can, i am trying to make at least part of dinner. I am paranoid and hopeless but making progress so, you can pray that I don't poison my family or burn down our house.
So far, let's see...
Bacon and eggs, check
Grilled steaks, check
burgers, check
mac and cheese, from scratch, check
sausage of various kinds, check,
and finally I can actually prepare so called prepared foods that don't just go in the microwave.
When I try something really interesting, I'll let you know.
I'm learning to cook.
Now at first glance that probably seems fairly innocuous so let me explain. Up until this point I would have said to anyone that I met, I don't cook. I don't mean I can't make fancy stuff, i mean, I screw up canned soup; Kraft mac and cheese makes my palms itch; Ramen noodles are a challenge and I have actually, not figuratively mind you, burned water. So why then should I go back into this arena of failure?
4. Yes 4, a simple numeral that can be so sweet and meaningless nestled in between 3 and 5. A wonderful integer that only matters in our life when it is attached to the equally sweet word "children." Since our fourth blessed bundle babbled his way into our lives time is of the essence. Between church, house, kids and Karin's job, (Karin's my wife for those of you who may not know me), we have less time to get things done and done well than we ever have. Now my wife comes in from her job around 5:15 p.m. and my kids mob her because she's mom and she's awesome to boot. In the past, she has fought them off lovingly and made our dinner, every day, but it was really beginning to stress her.
So I decided to intervene, because Karin is greatest wife in the world. (I realize some of you might be inclined to argue, I understand if you harbor these thoughts,but don't try to win this argument. My evidence is in surmountable and I am the most mule-headed man in the world.) On the days when I can, i am trying to make at least part of dinner. I am paranoid and hopeless but making progress so, you can pray that I don't poison my family or burn down our house.
So far, let's see...
Bacon and eggs, check
Grilled steaks, check
burgers, check
mac and cheese, from scratch, check
sausage of various kinds, check,
and finally I can actually prepare so called prepared foods that don't just go in the microwave.
When I try something really interesting, I'll let you know.