I'm not sure what's happening to me!
In the past week, my favorite and most frequented websites have been:
I'm scared people! I'm not sure what's happening to me. One moment I'm moving into a house and the next I'm training for housewife-of-the-year! The most fun I've had recently was spent by myself in a kitchen, topped only by the time spent at the dinner table with my happily full guests and my husband glowing with pride at my new culinary feats.
You see, I've never considered myself to be a "good cook" but I've always loved cooking. When I was a kid, I would raid Mom's pantry and mix together anything I could find and bake it, hoping it would taste good. (The cookies with the sickeningly sweet almond extract that formed 90% of the batter comes to mind.) When I was in high school, I did particularly well in the sciences... I think it pleased the side of my brain that enjoyed following a recipe, mixing things together and seeing how it came out. But I don't have that outlet anymore because somehow along the way I decided that theatre was more my thing. (What a waste of that A+ science and math concentration I got in high school, huh?) My job is intensely creative, but not always as methodical and concrete as following a recipe and getting your hands dirty in cake batter.
Anyway, all of this to say that now in my new home, the fridge is always full and my husband NEVER cooks for me anymore... I'm probably going to end up gaining 20 pounds for all the extra tasting I'm doing... and I'm probably going to give myself a stress attack because now I've just told you all of this before I host my first big party... great.
Well, at least I can take consolation in the fact that most of my guest are going to be theatre people... they can act like they enjoy my cooking and I won't be the wiser.
I'm scared people! I'm not sure what's happening to me. One moment I'm moving into a house and the next I'm training for housewife-of-the-year! The most fun I've had recently was spent by myself in a kitchen, topped only by the time spent at the dinner table with my happily full guests and my husband glowing with pride at my new culinary feats.
You see, I've never considered myself to be a "good cook" but I've always loved cooking. When I was a kid, I would raid Mom's pantry and mix together anything I could find and bake it, hoping it would taste good. (The cookies with the sickeningly sweet almond extract that formed 90% of the batter comes to mind.) When I was in high school, I did particularly well in the sciences... I think it pleased the side of my brain that enjoyed following a recipe, mixing things together and seeing how it came out. But I don't have that outlet anymore because somehow along the way I decided that theatre was more my thing. (What a waste of that A+ science and math concentration I got in high school, huh?) My job is intensely creative, but not always as methodical and concrete as following a recipe and getting your hands dirty in cake batter.
Anyway, all of this to say that now in my new home, the fridge is always full and my husband NEVER cooks for me anymore... I'm probably going to end up gaining 20 pounds for all the extra tasting I'm doing... and I'm probably going to give myself a stress attack because now I've just told you all of this before I host my first big party... great.
Well, at least I can take consolation in the fact that most of my guest are going to be theatre people... they can act like they enjoy my cooking and I won't be the wiser.
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posted by Natalie Joy @ 11/23/2006 10:24:00 AM
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