Most of you know....I love to cook. Not just dinner or breakfast...i love to cook something really good...maybe gourmet, using fresh herbs and a fantastic recipe. I really love the process of cooking (ok now I sound weird). Really the process ...yes its true. The chopping, deglazing of a pan, sauteing onions, and finally Scott saying "wow! this is really good!" However the other night I "had" to cook dinner. I wasn't looking forward to it because we had gone out to lunch and stuffed ourselves with sushi. (something I wont try to make!) Anyways.... I did the unthinkable, I opened a can...yes a can of cream of chicken soup. I am almost embarrassed to say that I mixed it with rice and that was about it. Dinner was easy that night with just a few other ingredients. Scott was like wow... that was easy...you should cook like that more often. There wasn't a bunch of pans or cutting boards to wash. I didn't taste dinner...I'm sure it wasn't very tasty....but the girls liked it. blah... But dinner was over the kitchen was clean and their tummy's were full. NOW... here is the real question this ah ha! moment for me....do i post it? Or do I keep this a secret that I actually made a quick dinner. I still won't purchase Hamburger Helper though. Ü lol!!
p.s. I think I am sounding like a food snob here....that is not my intent. Really I enjoy the occasional bowl of cereal for dinner, or a frozen pizza or even a rotisserie chicken from the deli. What I am saying is....If I cook...I like to do it right.... with fresh ingredients.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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3 comments:
I agree....no hamburger helper! Ewwwww
Tracey-you know me well. And as you would know, my new favorite quote is: "If you are what you eat, then I'm fast, easy and cheap."
HOwever, I know if I had an actual partner to cook with, it wouldn't be that way.
i hear ya! i cant say that i have the means or supplies to cook everything i want just yet....but i'm working on it....
i love to cook too!
I love to cook, too, but with 4 kids, a full-time job, and a farm, I broke my pre-conceived rules and even did the unthinkable hamburger helper. My real trauma with food, though, was when Rachel left home; I no longer had my cook/baker at my beck-and-call and I'm still struggling with cooking (and then cleaning up)and baking like I used to.
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