Yes, I really can cook
This is a picture of my supper that I made For Myself tonight.
Note that it does indeed have 3, count them Three!, things that require cooking. That would be cajun chicken, grains (i.e. not rice, but almost like it – from a box, of course), and broccoli. (that is cheese on the side, don’t be distracted willy-nilly by the cheese, please)
Ha! You doubting Thomases can just be quiet now.
For those of you unfamiliar with the teasing I have been receiving for the past, oh, 5-6 years, here is the gist, or the down-low as I like to say when I’m feeling particularly dorky.
When HB and I first got married (8.5 years ago), we decided that to evenly divide our household duties, I would do the cooking and he would do all of the clean-up. Well, I can’t even remember how long that lasted, because my mind has blocked that period of horror from my readily accessible memories. Anyway, it must’ve lasted a month or less. During that so unmemorable month (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, well unmemorable from a food standpoint, because after all, it was our first month of marriage and living together… ah, the memories…) where was I? Oh yes,
During that so unmemorable month of HB as the cleaner-upper, I’d pull a glass or a dish out of the cabinet and there would be this dried-crusty-food-remnant stuck to it. Bleck with a capital B… Gross with a capital G…. Nasty with a capital N… well, you get the picture. I’d show HB, the cleaner-upper himself, the grody glass and say something along the lines of “If you were given this glass at a restaurant, would you keep it or send it back?” And of course, he’d reluctantly admit that he would Not keep it, and that it was indeed gross. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and We came to the Joint decision (ahem) that it was time to switch duties and he would be the cook, and I would be the cleaner-upper.
Fortunately for us, HB has become a very good cook. A very, very Messy cook, but a Good cook. So good, that I decided that there was really no need for me to ever cook. ever. again. Nope. no need.
The part of this little division of household duties that has engendered endless teasing of me by my friends, co-workers, and Family is that HB loves me sooooooooooo much (wink, wink) that when he knows he is going to be out of town for a few days, he will make meals that generate left-overs for the number of nights he will be gone. Now, if that doesn’t say “I Love You” so much better than a big batch of roses, I don’t know what does. Do YOU? Well, I still like the roses, or the occasional surprise DVD, or bag of tea… but that is neither here nor there (although, Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. HB? are you listening out there? I was talking about roses, multi-colored are so much better than all red, don’t you think? you know, a mix of yellow, pink, peach, white, with just a couple of red ones here and there. I digress. Although, you know after that first 5 years of marriage, you realize that sometimes strong hints are better than those thinly veiled ones… can we recall last year’s “Gee, for my birthday it sure would be nice to get tickets to see the Lion King” escapade? hmmm?)
Anyway, that is, he made the meals that made good leftovers if we were organized enough to think that far ahead, which was most of the time, but then there were those times I resorted to Lean Cuisine meals and Taco Bell (heavens, not at the same time, what do you think I am? crazy? well, only some of the time, I promise) oops, I digress).
Consequently, I have kind of made it my standard to not cook, or at the very least, not to cook more than one thing (i.e. soup). I am not really sure when I last made a meal that had 3 parts to it… hmmm…. it must have been that first month when we were married…
So, now you know the back-story of why when I set my plate on the table tonight, I said to myself “Geesh, you’ve Got to take a picture of this (even if it really isn’t all that stunning of a meal), ’cause they are not going to believe it without proof.”
Doubt no more, Thomas! (you know who you are)
grin
Texas Sister says:
Hee hee hee. Enjoyed the ‘story’. A three part meal…impressive. This coming from the person who used to have PB&J and cottage cheese almost every night for dinner for over a year. I have been trying to be better lately by using the fast meal section from Cooking Light. But, I always have peanut butter in my pantry as a back-up. : )
Danielle says:
Man, Mom must’ve trained us well. The weekend of the blizzard, both days I had PB&J and cottage cheese for lunch (along with Baked Lays – yum), cause I’d been craving it.
too funny.