Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Cooking - gah!
Mmmm. Doesn't that look delicious? Well, I wouldn't know how it tastes, because cooking is stupid.
Inspired by the fabulous Mary Allison and the readers of her blog, The Make Shift Revolution, I decided to ramp it up a notch in the kitchen. My own green-eyed Mama Guilt Monster also played a role in this foolish undertaking. I know I rock this Mama thing. And I know I have other gifts too. But I still listen when my v.o.j. gives me a hard time about not feeding the boys homemade nutritious meals very much. They don't eat total junk (just partial), but we do a lot of repetition and a fair amount of convenience food. In short, they subsist on a steady diet of grapes, cheese, yogurt, and morning star to-ficken nuggets. So shoot me.
So this morning I attempted to force myself to want to and to be better at cooking. Here's how this endeavor consumed (I'm in no mood for puns) my entire day.
1)Woke up feeling guilty about not providing better nutrition for the boys.
2)Spent Boogie's first nap researching recipes and making lists (that's right - plural).
3)Spent an hour and a few limbs at the grocery buying ingredients. Who knew ingredients were so expensive? (although I will say that Mary Allison's grocery list organizational strategies did make the shopping part of this run smoothly, while also catering (again with the puns) to my obsessive compulsive tendencies).
4)Rushed through a sewing project (something I enjoy and am good at) to get dinner going. I Chopped, sauteed, stirred, preheated, greased, and whipped.
And here's where things started to break down (and always seem to). I'm feeling rushed. We're all already hungry. Boogie who's teething is fussing at my feet. Dizzle is dizzying me with questions and "help." We're all fried. I spent a good hour cleaning our teency apartment kitchen (that's a stretch - it should really be called "Wall with Stove") earlier today in preparation.
Then in walks the fella. I probably should have picked another day to do this because the fella left before we all got up and hiked a fourteener today. He got home at...yes...dinner time.
He whisks away the whineys and tidies up a bit (thank goodness), and looks over as I'm chopping away and asks, "What's all that parsley for?"
"Honey," smugly I reply, "That's cilantro."
"*&#**ing cooking!" "Cooking is *#*(@*&$@! Why do people act like this is $*&*^^ fun? Cooking is **&$**$& stupid."
Toss pot to back burner. Tears. Cursing. Grapes, cheese, yogurt, and morning star to-ficken nuggets.
So shoot me.