17 years. Almost 14 years of marriage. But 17 years of "togetherness" and Mark has just FINALLY given up on me turning into a good cook! This will be relatively amusing to a few of you out there (mostly my family). He can never say there wasn't full disclosure. I told him I hated cooking (and cleaning and washing clothes and... well, you get the idea) fairly quickly after we started dating but I think he was still holding out hope.
In fact, what he was hoping was that at some point my rampant desire to learn that shows itself in almost every other facet of my life would eventually bleed over into my home life. (I could have told him it wouldn't.) As I have explained repeatedly, wanting to learn about something ultimately comes from desire and I have no desire to cook. Or think about cooking. I like to eat but that is about the extent of it.
So... after 17 years all it took was for me to royally screw up a box meal. Over the years I have somehow screwed up almost everything imaginable including frozen pizza - on a few occasions. I mean seriously, who would think to look and see if there is a piece of cardboard under the pizza? And who hasn't left the oven on broil a time or two (or three) when they were just trying to GET THAT COOKING PART OVER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Yes well, let's just say that a few weeks ago I made what could possibly be my worst meal ever... and that is saying a lot! Not sure exactly how it happened. Hmmm... In hindsight that may not be a 100% correct BUT it was definitely unintentional.
Suffice it to say, breaded chicken should not be steamed and yeah, I have no idea why the pasta would foam up in his mouth. The glorious thing about this unintentional event though is that my amazing, wonderful good cook of a husband finally realized it was time to give up hope. That night he told me he was taking over cooking responsibilities forever and that dinner would be on the table at 7:30 every night. It has been a few weeks and so far dinner has been on the table every night as promised! It is lovely! We have been eating much better and though I am not a fan of doing dishes either I will happily put in my time when I have a full tummy.
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You go, girl!
I love to cook. One birthday, Kenny and Natalie bought me a birthday cake, candles and plastic ware. They put it inside the oven to surprise me after dinner.
As soon as I walked in the house I turned the oven on so it would heat while I changed clothes.
By the time I got back to the kitchen, the plastic cake cover, plates, forks and candles had melted into the cake and the oven was smoking.
I cook at home.
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