True Confessions

It's time, girls. The grand facade is over. I've lived this awful lie far too long. It's time I came clean with the truth, no matter how painful it is. It's just too hard for me to keep living the lie.
It's no big scandal. It won't make headlines on any tabloid magazine at the checkout stand. It is pretty important to me though. I've spent thousands of dollars in the years I've been married on kitchen gadgets, pots, pans, cookbooks, aprons, potholders, choppers, mixers, and anything and everything in between. The love's just not there. I hate it. I hate it.


As part of my cleansing process, I'm listing here several top reasons why I HATE COOKING (in no particular order):

1. Following recipes.

No matter how hard I try, even if I take the recipe with me to the store when I buy the ingredients, I never have EVERYTHING that I need. It happens over and over again without fail. It could be one simple ingredient, but it's ALWAYS something.

2. Digging through the cabinets for the pots and pans I need or plowing through the drawers for the utensils. As I've said, I have a lot of pots and pans and a lot of utensils. The simple solution, you might say, would be to get rid of some of them. But who knows, I may turn over a new leaf one day and like to cook. Then I'd have to go and buy all new buy all new pots, pans and utensils.

3. I DO NOT LIKE TO TOUCH RAW MEAT. And, in fact, after I have touched it and caressed it with spices I can't eat it. At all.

4. What I cook never tastes good to me. Now, I'm not talking about baking here. You could bake dirt pies and sprinkle powdered sugar on them and they'd taste great. I'm talking about real food.

5. What takes me three hours to cook takes my family and me three minutes to eat. Honestly, wouldn't we be just as content and full to eat a sandwich or a bowl of cereal.

6. After cooking the crummy meal that I don't even want to think about eating, then I'm left with this. I don't get it. How is this supposed to be a satisfying thing for me to do?

What brought me to this confessional state is the supper I made for us last night. It was kinda fancy and pretty southern. Shrimp and grits. It was a pain in the patooty. Jeff and Ross thought it was delicious. Ross said it was his new favorite dish. Jeff gave it an unheard of "A". Cam didn't feel well, so he wasn't hungry. I could've eaten a cucumber on a cracker and been just as happy. Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. Do it for my family. Yeah, yeah. Okay. All right, already.

Besides, there must surely be better things to do with my time besides cook and clean up dishes. Such as. . .

. . . Open pretty prizes from Blogger Friends. Like this gorgeous basket I got from my new friend, Karen. I won her 200th post giveaway. I was so excited to get her package in the mail yesterday.
She was very generous and I can hardly wait to listen to the CDs that were included. I'm in my car a lot driving for work, so they'll be great company. One of them was a Still Magnolias CD, which, according to Karen's blog is a group that she sings with. Hmmmmm. Will I be hearing you sing, Karen? Thank you, Karen, for your VERY thoughtful and pampering gift. I can't wait to dig into the poetry book. Y'all jump on over to her blog and pay her a visit. She's a sweetie.

Guess that's it for Tuesday. Till tomorrow.