Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I Am a Culinary Genius

Or at least that's what I want my husband to think.  Why else would I make sure I tucked away that recipe or closed down Allrecipes before he gets home while trying to memorize the last few directions.  If I do happen to admit that I *gasp* read a recipe it was you know so I could start from there and "tweak" it with the end result being 100% completely me.  If it tasted like crap then it was the recipe's fault, of course.

Sure I've had some accidental discoveries.  One of the things I've appreciated as I've gotten older is the plethora of cooking shows out there.  After all, the extent of my cooking training involved one semester in home ec where I learned to make an upside down pineapple cake. I don't know but I've never liked it.

My mother belonged to the "if you want something done right, do it yourself" mentality of cooking so I can honestly say that in the 18 years I lived with her I learned nothing from her cooking wise.  Oddly enough, it was my non-cooking father who taught me how to make a white sauce when I was 20.  And when I tell you non-cooking, I mean non-cooking.  The man is old school European.  Men don't cook, that's women's work.  How he knew how to make a white sauce, I'll never know. 

So I am proud of what I have managed to learn "on the job" so to speak over the last ten years.  Not that I can do much experimenting with the 3 picky taste testers in our home. 

But why the deception?  Maybe it comes down to the whole being a SAHM thing.  For some reason I feel like I have to show that my time at home is not completely wasted. I know, I know, my kids are the most important thing I can "waste" my time on but still, I'm always craving that validation.  Why else would I itemize for him all the things I've acomplished that day. 

Of course I fail to mention the time online or how many pages I read of my new book or hey.. what new book, I don't have a new book. Oh that book, I already read that book... twice.


1 comment:

  1. We also do a mad-dash clean up throughout the house before daddy comes home. All hands on deck...they all are rushing through the house. If he comes home to crazy house and I'm still in my sweats he might start to figure out that I have a pretty good gig here at home :)

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