I Can't Cook, Therefore I Blog...

I am in a rut with cooking dinner -- or I should say my lack of cooking dinner. I wish I would have known that cooking would play a major role in my life when I ignored my mother's requests to join her in the kitchen to learn those "domestic" things. I would rather have been mowing the lawn or cleaning the pig pen, which is what I did, and now I am paying for it. I was a "cool girl" -- the outdoorsy, tom-boy type that surrounded me with a lot of guy friends and activities that were mostly outside. I didn't think that cooking would ever play a role in my life. What was I thinking? I thought I would be a mother someday, so why didn't I think cooking would come with it? I had a sign hanging in my kitchen after Russ and I got married that said, "I kiss better than I cook" -- not because I am a good kisser, but because I am a really bad cook and Russ knew that when he married me.

So, rather than cooking right now, I am blogging about my lack of desire to make anything edible. My boys will never say, "My mom is the best cook" the way my brothes did about my mom and how Russ talks about his mom. Sure, I can bake bread and cinnamon rolls, but as for day-to-day cooking, I am wothless. Plus, being seven months pregnant doesn't help my cause any. Nothing sounds good or really tastes good at this point. But, eating junk doesn't do much for me either. I am in a definite lose-lose situation.

I admire people who love to cook and spend hours in the kitchen, working to make a masterpiece that is inhaled in a matter of minutes, only to be left with a big mess. It doesn't really seem worth it to me. I guess that's why I don't really like Thanksgiving -- too much work for food that is just average. Why not save the hastle and just order a pizza?

I used to tell Russ that I wanted to take a cooking class, but am not sure knowing how to slice onions (that I don't like anyway) would help my desire to cook. Maybe I should just hire a cook -- that sounds like a better option to me.

I am a very picky eater, so when I find recipes that look good to me and take out the ingredients that I don't like, it tastes just like everything else. I am not adventurous at trying new things -- I stick to the things I know.

So, I guess I have wasted more time as I put off cooking dinner. Russ is going to shoot skeet after work and I have to have something on the table before he goes. I have two chicken breast thawed, a few cook books that I've looked through and put away, and several websites that I've scanned, and still nothing. I guess I am hoping for a miracle. Maybe dinner will magically make itself. Probably not, but here's to hoping!