I am not an avid cook – in fact, I am found in the kitchen only on very rare occasions. As a mom and wife, it took me a long time to be comfortable enough to say this and be completely fine with it, but I’ve come to the point where I have no qualms admitting it.
My husband owns a restaurant, so we are mostly fed from that kitchen – where there are many hands and lots of help. It is also an unnecessary competition as far as I’m concerned – would we rather eat delicious food prepared by those who does it for a living, or eat my food and be polite about the fact that I made an effort? The answer is pretty obvious to me.
But every now and again, I just feel like pottering around and this evening was one of those infrequent instances. I suppose on these occasions I should come up with some elaborate menu, but a simple chicken stir fry it was – and the truth is, I enjoyed every moment.
Every time I do manage to prepare something successfully, I promise myself that I’ll do it more often, but the reality is that I probably won’t – and, actually, that’s okay.
If our circumstances were different, I’d have to, and who knows, we may not be restaurant kids forever, but for now, I am grateful that I can cook it when I feel like it.