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I ran across this picture, taken around Christmas, of me at ‘my desk’ also known as, my kitchen counter. That got me thinking about my use of my kitchen, in general.
And specifically about this fact: Just because I love food, doesn’t mean I enjoy preparing it.
I feel so much better about confessing that.
Some of my favorite memories involve the yummiest of dishes that I did not prepare.
Cooking does not come naturally to me. I don’t have auto measurements programmed into my brain.
I do not watch cooking shows.
I do not say “Bam” when I throw spices into my food.
I do not own an apron, although I think they are pretty. (I’m sorry Apron Queen ,I hope we can still be friends).
I am not meant to be a cook.
Oh, I cook. Often. But in an effort to be transparent, I would call it more of a heat and stir method.
The word ‘cook’ is really a compliment and a stretch, at best.
If I had to recall a homemade recipe from memory, it would include a can of this and a frozen bag of that.
My specialty would be Texas Chili, which I make up with whatever I have on-hand, but is surprisingly spicy and tasty. But just the phrase myspeciality in reference to my cooking, makes me cackle.
But my chili makes people think I can cook. And that’s just fine with me.
I let my hubby cook whenever he wants to, which is usually when I say we’re having grilled cheese.
Now, baking? That’s a different category entirely. I somewhat enjoy baking because of the results if produces. I love cakes and cookies and pies(I think that covers all the baking categories).
So, do my thighs.
Once, I bought a store-bought casserole and put it in my own casserole dish for a church function.
Shame will do that to you, people.
I consider my microwave a dear friend.
I’ve burned myself so often that I keep a stick of butter nearby just for such instances. Nothing like being prepared or serving that stick by mistake. Oh, I kid, about serving it.
I was asked to contribute family recipes to our Family Reunion Cookbook. I racked my brain for hours and every recipe I came up with involved a can good. I sent them in. This wasn’t even embarrassing until I started packing for the Reunion.
We had just renovated our kitchen in the picture. The granite is black and tan speckled. The cabinets are black with sanded edges to make it look aged. The walls are a deep mustard color and the cafe curtains (one of my favorite parts) are barn red and mustard.
You would think this color and renovation would inspire me.
Oh, and it does. I do some of my best mundane blogging on that granite.
I’m a smart girl and I can read, like on a third grade level. So it’s not so much that I cannot cook, I’m just not meant to be one.
I’d like to thank Happy Mommy for inspiring me with this post after she tagged me with a cooking meme. Check hers out here. She’s a real cook.
HI! I'm Kristen. I'm here to encourage you as a wife and mom and remind you there's a little bit of THAT family in all of us. I write books, run Mercy House and try to remember I am third (God first, others second). I'm glad you're here.