Last night I finally saw the movie Julie & Julia. I know, I know, what took me so long? I'm a little behind on such things as watching hit movies, reading bestsellers, and keeping up with current events. It's so easy to get wrapped up in the everyday, that sometimes life just goes whizzing by.
One thing that I DO NOT get wrapped up in is cooking, which considering the ever present fact that I love to eat, seems a bit of a contradiction to me. Why do I not enjoy cooking? I have no idea. I admire those women that feel at home in the kitchen, the women who take joy in providing a scrumptious meal for their family or who cook as a hobby because they love it so.
For me, cooking has always been a chore and that pretty much sums it up. I was married at 20 and there I was with a new husband and baby and no idea how to cook. My lack of cooking skills cannot be blamed on my upbringing. My mother had dinner on the table every day at 6:00 PM for pretty much my entire childhood. According to my mom, I just didn't show an interest in learning anything domestic such as cooking and sewing. Fast forward to 1990 and I had to somehow provide meals for my new little family, and I did. I cooked simple meals. I also cooked frozen meals. I cooked the same meals over and over again. For years. I never loved it, I never had fun with it, but I did it and didn't complain (at least I don't think I did?) It was yet another domestic, household chore thrust upon a young 20-something who had no desire to do anything domestic except play with my baby boy (which of course was my choice. I am not at all complaining about my situation back then).
Steve and I are now coming up on our 20th Anniversary and somewhere along the way he has taken over the cooking. I don't know if he enjoys it, but I can tell you he is damn good at it. His meals are delicious and he truly is so much better at it than I am. I of course feel tons of guilt over the fact that my husband has to do the cooking. What kind of wife am I? Then I speak to my friends and acquaintances and at least 1/2 of them say the same thing - their guy does all of the cooking. Then I don't feel so bad.
I wish I could cook. I wish I had the desire to learn. The only thing that has come close to peaking my interest in cooking is The Pioneer Woman. Her posts are so step-by-step with photos that I almost (almost) think, "Maybe I could do that too?". That lasts about 2 seconds and then I'm over it.