I do not think that I am meant to be a cook. Tonight I decided to make spaghetti. Easy. That is why I chose it and I don't have to try to figure out what I am buying at the grocery store. The reason why I say I don't think I am meant to be a cook is because I always think of things last minute. Oh yeah I have onions maybe I should dice some and put them in with the meat. Of course I forget until I have already started browning the meat and all I can think of is I can't have crunchy onions in there. I keep picturing my brother David's face and reaction when he eats crunchy onions. So I saute separately and add and of course this is more mess and more time. Did I mention how tiny my kitchen is. And then when the food is done and ready to be served I realized I forgot to make my vegetable. Too late now. And did I mention that I have Owen in his exer-saucer and is a bit fussy. I am not sure how moms cook with their kids. He is too young to be left alone and too active to not be in something. So I am at a loss. If there are suggestions out there please share.
So all in all I either need to stay out of the kitchen or go to cooking school/classes. Maybe then I can figure out how to chop onions, how and when to remember to make what I need to, not forget steps until it is too late and you can tell when eating that a step was an afterthought. Yes I am sure after reading this post you are all thinking that I am not eating what she is cooking and that you feel terribly bad for David. Poor Owen when he gets older. Maybe I will have something figured out by then.
In the meantime I think I will stick with baking. Oh yeah I don't have a mixer. I can't tell what ingredients I am buying and they have every variation of flour known to man but not one that says ALL PURPOSE. Eeeekkkk!!!! I think there will be lots of trial and error here and a few cereal nights.
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