The other day while hanging out with family my sister-in-law explained how much her 9 year old son eats, “Every night at dinner he has a second helping and then 30 minutes later he says he’s hungry again and gets more to eat.” My wife replied, “I know exactly what you mean. That sounds a whole lot like my husband.”
Throughout our marriage Brittany and I have shared cooking duties depending on who is available. Lately, my wife has done the cooking almost exclusively. We don’t have a set routine but it’s always my plan to do the dishes after we eat, but my plan has been failing miserably. My insatiable appetite keeps me at the table far longer than my wife. She’s the type of person that doesn’t waste time to get things done so the dishes are essentially complete by the time the food is all gone. Nevertheless, I hop in at the end and help with drying.
I can’t even begin to explain how much I appreciate my wife taking care of me lately by pulling double duty with cooking and cleaning up after. Most nights after the kitchen is made right I go through this routine. First, I give my wife a hug and tell her that I appreciate her. Next, I ask if she needs a massage later. My wife always responds with a wide smile and the answer, “Yes, of course.” Finally, I ask my wife one more question, “Before we get ready for bed…what’s to eat?” Immediately her smile transitions to “the look” but she can’t sustain it. It’s not my fault I’m hungry.
Dinner, supper, chow time, or whatever you call it equals dilemma in our house. As Pierce is busy and working hard in medical school it is usually up to me to prepare our meals. I kick myself when I think about all the fantastic home cooked meals my mother created that I never learned to replicate. Therefore, on any given day I’m flying by the strings of my apron.
Basically, I recreate the same meals repeatedly. Being a vegetarian has limited our menus; however I cringe to admit that I will cook steak or chicken every now and then for my man…love makes me do crazy things. Rice, vegetables, potatoes, pasta, etc. are staples in our house. I’ve tried my hand at various meals and Pierce has yet to complain. I’m happy when he is still sitting at the table on his second or third plate of food. It’s an unspoken kudos to me.
My goal is creating bigger meals from scratch. I want to learn to make my own pasta instead of opening a box or make my own sauces instead of opening jars. I’d like to bake more casseroles from scratch because leftovers as tomorrow’s lunch is a great thing. I’m excited to evolve as a chef. Until that day I’m no Betty Crocker but baby steps definitely help.
I have become very lazy about cooking. Though I grew up in a home where we had hot breakfasts prepared every morning, and fantastic dinners ready when we got home from school. My mom grew up on a farm in Louisiana, so they grew their food. She is an awesome cook and baker. Me on the other hand…..every once in a while I get inspired to show my hand in the kitchen. Thank God I married a man who loves to cook. An added blessing is that he is from Nigeria, so I don’t know how to cook the foods he likes. So when he wants it, he has to cook it. LOL…..I have come to enjoy Nigerian cuisine. It’s hot & spicy, and it agrees with me.
In our household, I cook the American food, and he cooks the Nigerian feasts. It works! I am determined to find some more determination in the cooking department.
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