So really the only negative to not having internet during the day is my online jewelry business suffers. And since iPhoto wasn't working on Derek's laptop until just a couple days ago, my poor little business came to a screeching halt - online. In the real world, DandLs DangLs made a killing over Thanksgiving :)
And speaking of Thanksgiving, I'll eventually get to working on those pics. What a wonderfully crazy week it was!!
So that doesn't really have anything to do with this post except maybe to preface what I'm about to say - there will not be any pictures on this post.
Now for my point:
I hate to cook. Always have. I've attempted to make it more enjoyable by making a meal plan and leaving the kids with Derek when grocery shopping. I even have a great recipe box and several wonderful cookbooks.
But still, every evening I groan.
Why all this hate?
Let's see what the list says...
- I hate grocery shopping
- I hate raw meat
- I especially hate raw chicken
- I even more especially hate raw chicken fat
- I hate cutting raw chicken
- I hate cleaning up after cutting raw chicken
- I hate raw chicken fat. oh wait, I said that.
- I hate how making dinner interrupts my evening
- I hate timing things to all finish at the same time
- I hate trying to get dinner finished at just the right time
- I hate coming home hungry and having to cook
- I hate how long it takes to make dinner
- I hate how quickly it's eaten
- I hate how long it takes to clean up after dinner
- I hate raw chicken fat. I know I already said that. It's just so true.
- I hate when dinner just isn't as good as I thought it would be
- I hate how dinner somehow tastes so much better when I don't cook it
As I wrote out that list, I realized that a lot of this hate comes from past events.
- I almost never cooked growing up. This probably wouldn't have mattered if it weren't for event #2.
- I basically learned to cook when I was a nanny to a very picky family.
- Just a few months after taking this nanny job, Derek and I got married. I was cooking TWO dinners 4 nights a week for 3 years. None of which involved cheese. I love cheese.
- The last couple of years in Scranton, Derek was working almost every night. I had to figure out how to have dinner ready for him to scarf down during his 10 minutes between jobs, or make something that could wait til he got home sometime after 10pm.
- And when Derek was working every night, I had to try to cook with a high-maintenance baby who still chooses to be the most difficult right around dinner time.