It’s time to put to rest the notion that I can’t cook. Of course I can cook! I grew up in a poor family with three hungry brothers. I raised three children and a husband! It’s just that, well, things happen. A few calls to the fire department, a couple of trips to the emergency room with bloody fingers, a few less-than-perfect meals because your head is in a book, and people start saying bad things about you. Pretty soon your children make jokes and write blogs and you have a reputation on Facebook.
In the early days of my marriage/parenting I really cooked. I made bread and birthday cakes and holiday dinners and dishes for church potlucks. But let’s just say that “great dishes” were few and far between. I don’t have to be hit in the head to understand where my talents are and they aren’t in the kitchen. Over the years I’ve learned that frozen foods and mixes are my friends! “Assembling” meals is something I can now do quite efficiently, but my children hardly refer to it as cooking.
And apparently from the evidence of these photos it also took me a while to learn how to clean and arrange a kitchen! I should probably be ashamed to post this one where it looks like a tornado struck. In my own defense I think I had a small kitchen and I was in the middle of a big holiday dinner. Lol (and, YES! I have a shirt on under that robe!)
Anyway, if you are cooking for Christmas, be sure to have the phone handy just in case. You never know who you might need to call.