Sunday, November 15, 2009

Alabama Accent
From Montgomery, AL to Mrs. Montgomery

“Cooking isn't one of them.”

When I think of what makes a wife a “good” wife, being a good cook is high atop that list. I have listened to husbands talk about their wives having meals prepared for them in their absence. Oh how I wish I was one of those wives. I used to daydream about being married. I had visions of me wearing an apron, opening the door for my weary husband to walk through, as the smell of a home cooked meal surrounded us while we visited about our day. I would clean the table and serve him dessert as he reveled in the warmth of our home. I confess: I fall SHORT! Most of the time, Seth picks up dinner on his way home. Terrible, I know.
I have attempted to provide a home cooked meal on several occasions. Why is it that people remember most our biggest mess ups? When Maggie was much younger, I attempted to cook breakfast for her one morning. I began with grits. As I emptied the pot into her bowl, I noticed the bottom was completely burned. She did too and to this day whenever I try to cook for her, she reminds me of those grits! She repaid the favor when she lived here by cooking pancakes. I came home one day to a smoke filled house. Afraid of what I might say, she did not tell me what she had done. I examined the kitchen. A knob was broken off of the stove, a burner was missing and my trash can was full of burnt to a crisp pancakes. After laughing at the scene, she told me some of what happened. She caught the stove on fire! I am still not sure what happened to the knob or the burner, but they were never recovered. One would think this would bring ease to my grit situation, but I have still found no mercy with her. At least now I can remind her that I did not catch the stove on fire!
After becoming familiar with the fruits of my cooking labor, my husband and I decided that mealtimes should be a joint effort. We decide together if I am going to cook, if he is going to pick something up or if we are going to cook together. I keep hoping that one day, this talent will fall upon me. I look at my collection of aprons and wonder when they will actually be used. I share life with my son and know that he will need proper nourishment. Though I have many gifts, cooking isn't one of them.

8 comments:

maggs said...

Awwwwww i LOVE it!!!! what a funny story! your right i def wont ever cut u any slack for feedin me burnt grits :) lol but it sure did make for a good memory!!! i love u

Denise @ Life on Stepping Stone Lane said...

Hi Katy! I think you should wear an apron when you serve up the take out!! It will make you feel all Donna Reed-ish! I love my aprons! My husband laughs at me because I some times wear one when I am on the tread mill...I need the pockets to hold my remote!! HA!

♥georgie♥ said...

lol...loves it katy...oh lordy setting something on fire is proof you are a chef!

Nishant said...

your right i def wont ever cut u any slack Work from home India

LeAnna said...

Loving your blog, and your little guy is adorable! The pics of him in your Grandma's chair are just too sweet. My baby is just about 10 months old, and they grow so fast.

Don't worry about cookin' - just takes practice. Lots and lots of practice. ;)

♥georgie♥ said...

just out making my SSS rounds...hope your having a wonderful week!

Jennifer said...

Oh I feel your pain! I can cook...but I really don't have much talent. We eat the same thing over and over.
I wish I was more creative.
Oh well.

LeAnna said...

I use Photoshop Elements for any editing I do. It's a great program! I'm with you on the red doors, I LOVE painting with reds! The office walls are actually red, so I'm not sure how it would look with the doors the same color. When it comes time to refinish my front door, I'm definitely painting it a shade of red. It just seems so warm and inviting.