Something You Never Get Compliments On.
re-post from July 13, 2011
For good reason, cooking.
I went on strike the summer of 1978.
The kids didn’t eat anything I made…
even if they requested it.
I was tired of having to eat the same left overs for two or three days
because they decided to eat at a friends house,
snacked too much
or took an “afternoon nap” like a zombie til the next day
I think it was three days of something I’d gotten so tired of,
that I told them,
I’d buy the food if they told me what they wanted….
they’d have to learn how to cook it for themselves.
It was during this time I met hubby number 2
and told him he was invited to supper,
but if he stayed,
he’d have to cook it himself !
It turns out,
that H#2 learned he liked to cook…
and was/is good at it…
at first there was enough for a small army,
but soon, after we married
and had a budget,
he learned to cook in exact proportions
for what ever number of servings he wanted to make.
That was 1979.
We were divorced in 2003.
Now I am by myself,
and no one calls to ask how to make something
…they call HIM, hubby # 2.
My daughter does not remember when I could cook !
She once called up and asked to speak to her dad,
and I heard “400 degrees, one hour”.
I got back on the phone
and asked why she didn’t ask me the temp and time for the meal,
and she said “you don’t know how to cook ! “
Even if I cook a good meal…it’s considered a fluke.
So therefore, I never get compliments on cooking.
photo from China Hill … much preferred than my cooking
by the family 🙂 … unless it is Jordan’s Snack Bar !
February 14, 2018 at 10:11 am
Tried to email you after yesterday’s post but didn’t, go through. Thanking you for your friendship and willingness to my roommate at Northwestern. Love your blog. Gives me glimpses of your life today. Would love to see you Ginny