The truth can hurt sometimes. Humans are naturally prideful creatures . It can be difficult to face reality and admit that you are less competent than another. Tonight, I concede. The truth is, my husband is a better cook than I am.
Last week was, "one of those weeks," where we seemed to subsist on frozen pizza and take-out. Today, my body rebelled against me and wanted some REAL food. As we drank coffee this morning watching an episode of one of my favorite cooking shows, we saw a pasta dish and hubby said, "That looks good for dinner. Let's have that." So I planned on cooking a REAL dinner, with REAL produce and REAL ingredients.
Well, as Sundays tend to do, this one went by too quickly. Before I knew it, it was 4 pm (Day Light Savings Time) and we hadn't even been to the grocery store yet. Grudgingly, we set out in the cold rain to brave Supermarket Hell. (Yes, that's the only way it can be described on Sunday afternoon.) Determined to cook a meal, shopping had to be done. Within an hour, we were on our way home with the car full of goodies just waiting to be chopped, boiled, and sauteed. Of course, by this time, I was exhausted. The thought of ordering out seemed very tempting!
Darling Husband to the rescue. He gave me a quick pep talk reminding me that the meal I planned wasn't too complicated. Which was true, but still at least an hour worth of work in the kitchen after I got all the groceries unpacked and put away. Hesitantly, I hinted at wanting some help. When I didn't get a rousing, "Sure!," I just came out and begged for his help. He agreed to tackle the salad while I made the pasta dish.
As much as I like to cook, I like it much better when we cook together. There is something about the synergy that happens when we are both in the kitchen. I'm faster, more efficient, and better able to multi-task. He is calm, patient and great at prep work and layering flavors. We seem to balance each other out. In the end though, his meticulousness wins out over my efficiency. He can produce the best flavors and cook almost anything to perfection. Even his salads taste better than mine. Many times I've tried to turn the kitchen duties over to him, but truthfully he doesn't like to cook as much as I do. So I will continue to keep hold of the reins in the kitchen while proudly admitting the truth.
The truth is, my husband is a better cook than I am. And I'm OK with that!
While it's hard to get going early on a Sunday morning, Sunday mornings are the best time to go food shopping. It's not that crowded (and therefore won't feel like such a chore).
ReplyDeleteMy dad was and still is a MUCH better cook than my mom. She openly admits it. :)
I always like help in the kitchen. When we have company, my husband is really good to help. And I find that everyone's salad always taste better than mine. I'm sure your dinner was fantastic.
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