So when I first met Bobby back in 1999 boy how did I so suck at cooking.
It seemed that while growing up and doing 50 million other things.
I neglected to really learn the art of cooking.
I mean don't get me wrong I learned that cooking was exhilarating but I never really learned all of the technicalities.
I mean my mother bless her heart....she at one point burned chicken nuggets.
The ever infamous...."chicken rocks".
Myself and my two sisters guess who we married......these husbands of ours all have something in common.....They can cook!
I think if we hadn't all found men who could cook we would have spent a lifetime making microwave meals.
Okay I can only speak for myself on this one and that may be an over-exaggeration.
But cooking is a skill best developed over time.
And it does seem to hinge on finding and exploring and trial and error.
In order to cook you have to embrace your failures.
I have had so many personal failures in cooking.
I have burned boiling water.
I consider that a great talent....Bobby on the other hand...well he considered it something entirely different.
When we got together I could definitely cook spaghetti, and I could make pancakes, I could make a steak, didn't really grasp the whole rare, medium, well done stuff.
I could make anything chicken fried and mashed potatoes.
I mean any Texas woman worth her salt can do anything chicken fried and some mean mashed potatoes.
We can do potatoes practically any way you want them.
That is just a Southern standard.
But cooking when it came to healthy cooking and worthwhile cooking.
I was just unable to grasp.
And perhaps one of the reasons why we were never uber healthy is due to that fact.
As I grow and learn in the knowledge of life and cooking skills.
I see it helps to actually read a recipe.
Know how to measure things.
Have alot of fun kitchen utensils.
And just be carefree.
Cause cooking should be fun.
Hey, Elizabeth! I really enjoyed reading your blog today. I even read it out loud to Steve, who giggled a few times as I had. How lucky are we both, to have great cooks in our lives! (and also sweet kind men at that). You're so right on with the whole concept of embracing your failures at cooking...I have been 'to there' as Liz Lemmon would say... a bit TOO many times. But the great thing is that our wondrous large human brains are (sometimes) capable of learning and growing and we don't make the same mistakes twice! *usually* At any rate, count yourself quite gifted if you already knew how to chicken fry ANYTHING at the tender age you were when you guys got married. I still have not learned how. In fact, the only time I get good chicken fried steak (or venison if available) is on my birthday, since my dad will actually whip it up for me. Hilariously, it wasn't until this very year that my stubborn nephews (ages 13 and 16) finally realized how TASTY this dish was, and now they want it for their birthdays as well!
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I look forward to reading more of your musings. : )