Feb 8, 06:34 pm
Week 6 - in the kitchen - and why I hate cooking.
I grew up in a family of excellent cooks. Both my mom and my grandmother have published cookbooks. My mom has been on a TV cooking show. Nothing, and I mean nothing in our house ever came from a box. My mom was the type who started making dinner at 2:00 PM so we could eat at 6:00 PM.
And despite the fact that the good cook gene was indeed handed down to me – I hate cooking.
I used to chalk it up to laziness, but it’s more than that.
Food and cooking have been used in my family as a measurement of your selfworth as a woman, a mother, and a wife. So I sort of see cooking, or rather, NOT cooking as sort of a form of rebellion against my family.
The only person it bothers me that it bothers is my husband, because he KNOWS I am a good cook, and yet so few totally homecooked meals come from our kitchen. Don’t get me wrong, I cook, but it’s fast things, like tacos. Antything that takes less than 30 minutes. I did promise to make him my cranberry crusted meatloaf this week…being valentines and all. LOL.
It is a horror of a wasted talent they have to live with. My mom doesn’t get it, neither grandmother gets it. To them making fluffy biscuits and moist roast with homemade gravy, something I can do quite well, is a crowning achievement. To me it’s food.
I ask, why slave in the kitchen when there is perfectly good chinese takeout, that DELIVERS even, right around the block?
I wish you could see the image better – you can check it out in my blog to see the details you can’t see here. http://www.cherylol.typepad.com/lol
Under the contact paper transfer is a collage of favorite family recipes. LOL. At least I made copies. The text you cannot read says: ARE THESE THE TOOLS THAT MEASURE MY SELFWORTH? I’d rather be hit with them. And yes, that is an actual mini rolling pin I have had for eons. This is why I hoard weird junk…LOL.
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