9/16/2011

This is REAL.

I have a confession.


I. Hate. Cooking.


To most of you who know me, this isn't a confession really. Because you already know it. But this past week I have put a lot of time and effort into finding new recipes and cooking new things. I planned breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. I was so motivated and proud of myself.


I'm pretty much a big fat failure.


Wellll, not totally I guess. I did make some delightful homemade honey wheat bread. That made me happy. AND a delicious maple salmon that was pretty successful. {I say pretty successful 'cause we ate a few bites to find it a little undercooked still and had to put it back in the oven for 10 more minutes...} I swear I undercook or overcook 95% of things I try. It's so frustrating!


The biggest hit I made this week? Tacos. Seriously, that was the most delicious meal we had all week. Just ask Dan.


I am sooo tired of being in the kitchen all the time, and the hubs is so tired of doing dishes all the time. I just have to say, cooking may not be for me at all. I love Tacos. I love sphegetti. I love pot pies and frozen pizzas. I love Hamburger Helper. I love cold cereal. I love Texas Roadhouse and Taco Time. I love my comfort zone and staying in it.


Maybe I just burned myself out too fast. But seriously, I'm a little unsure that cooking will ever be a hit at the Croft home!


But on a side note, I have the best husband. One low moment in particular was when I tried a new omelet thing, and totally burned it. Plus I cut the green peppers so thick it was overwhelming. And apparantly I don't know how to dice garlic cloves. After eating this concoction of burnt eggs and unevenly distributed veggies, both Dan and I got sick. {Why did we eat it? I dunno, we were starving!} I was practically in tears and told Dan I was giving up. He kissed me on the forehead and comforted me and gave me some advice. And then he told a joke that made me laugh. And then he called me "cutie". {He is the only guy in the world that I would ever love calling me that.} He tries so hard to stop the tears when he senses they are coming.


Thank goodness for him.


So now I am just bummed about being a failure and spending wayyy too much money grocery shopping. I'm going to go ahead and go back to my comfort zone cooking for a while. And I think I'll work on not being ashamed about it. To each their own, right??


The best things that happened to me this week? eating popcorn in bed while watching a movie with my lova. I felt like a kid again. {I did have to ask his permission before bringing the popcorn upstairs though. Please? Just this once? ...Okay, I guess. Just this once though!}


This morning, staying in bed an extra 15 minutes just to cuddle and laugh. Was late getting ready for work and might have forgotten to shave one leg in the shower, but it was totally worth it.


Staying in and watching the season finale of the bachelor pad. Dan will totally deny this if you ask him about it, but he was more into the show then I was.


Watching the lightening storm on the front porch with my boys.


Laughing so hard I almost peed my pants. Another thing I haven't done since I was a kid...


Beating Dan at air hockey. (Technically this hasn't happened yet. But I've been practicing.)


So what have I learned from this week and my bad experience with cooking? It's the small things that matter most in life.


It really, really is.

3 comments:

  1. Ha, this sounds like me. i suck at cooking. I will give you a little advice. Crockpot. It's the only way I can cook. You can't really go wrong with it. Haha. I still haven't learned to cook, but I can make some killer grilled chicken salad. lol

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  2. I don't like cooking either. I like to cook the same comfort foods that you do. I try to branch out but I go back to the same foods. My husband gets sick of the same things so that's the problem. -Speaking of peeing your pants, I also haven't done that since I little. We sure had some good memories of doing that, huh?

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  3. I'm with you! Cooking just takes way too much time.

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