Cooking, baking, candlestick making….
I don’t like any of the above. Although I admit that I have never tried candlestick making. So I guess I really can’t judge, can I?
I am no Julia Child. Or Martha Stewart. Or Rachael Ray. Or anyone else who can actually create something in the kitchen.
I love my kitchen. It is beautiful, big, and has a large island perfect for entertaining. But cook in it? Bake something?
You lookin’ at me? (as I turn my head and look around)
Excuse me? Do you have me confused with someone else?
I did not inherit the family gene that states “I love to create dishes in the kitchen.” I inherited the gene that says, “The easier the better.” Except that no one in my family has that gene. Hmm…
But tonight, I did make dinner. We had chicken fettuccine alfredo and spaghetti (for the contingent that does not like alfredo).
See, I can be a good mom. I don’t force food down their throats if they don’t like it. Well, sometimes I do. But tonight was a left over night. They lucked out.
We sat down, said grace, and got ready to eat when I noticed it. It being Anna Grace sniffing her food.
Already a bit afraid of the answer, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Sniffing to make sure it is not poisonous.”
I know I am not the best cook but…..REALLY??