I have a love hate relationship with cooking. I do. I LOVE and HATE to do it, at the same time. There are times when I am cooking,..and joy oozes from my pores. I will be listening to my favourite music, singing, dancing vulgarly, and creating what I think is something pretty effin’ spectacular. I even enjoy plating it and taking pictures and sometimes imagine, that I have my own cooking show. That is how extreme my enjoyment can get when I am in the cooking zone.
Then, there are times when my husband and I are getting into shouting matches, where he insists I don’t cook enough, and that I have to remember that I’m married and have a family to feed. My plate is full! My cup runneth over! I do the majority (all) of the cleaning, laundry, which entails every aspect from the washing, to the hanging, to the picking up, to the folding up, to the putting away. I don’t leave shit laying around, so it all must be dealt with before I can truly feel as if that task is done. I still have to iron, deal with the kids, help them with their homework, work a full time job, plus my side job in architecture, plus,I have my writing to do, and I still gotta find the energy to be superfreak.
When I don’t wanna cook, and I AM cooking,.. don’t come near me, especially if I have a knife. I’m a cross between Freddie Kreuger and Jason.
I hate everything and everybody, and I struggle, not knowing what to prepare. Sometimes my husband can me downright prehistoric and if he continues I’m gonna have to start calling him . This marriage shit is not for the faint of heart. But I will compromise as much as I am capable, just short of murder, and I will get my ass in the kitchen like a good little wife and cook some shit.
My documented efforts from Yesterday’s breakfast.
Spinach and tomatoes came from our yard. 😀
The plates ended up looking really pretty, if I do say so myself. I do get joy out of ‘feeding’ my family, even the pre-historic ones, but I can’t lie and say that joy is always involved during the meal preparation process. There is one thing that I KNOW, will increase the happiness in this little cook’s heart, and it is to fulfill a dream that I’ve had for over 10 years.
This dream, which will hopefully be tackled next year, would be to go off to a Parisian cooking course for a few months, and study the culinary arts.
I wouldn’t mind learning to do some fancy pastry desserts as well.
I see that I have a few visitors from France,.. lol :-p so feel free to extend an invitation and or accommodations, to assist.