I have a love hate relationship with all things culinary.
The thing is I am a creative person and I love to eat. So one would thing the kitchen would be the perfect place for me. However, there is just too much pressure.
I like for the creative mood to strike me every couple of days or so. But that’s not how the people’s stomachs in my house operate. The people I live with like to eat three meals a day.
And then there is this issue with fresh things going bad. I can go to the store, buy all kinds of breads and fresh meats and lots of green things but by the time I get it all put away, I have used up all my brain cells.
I then need a few days to feel motivated to do something with all those supplies. By then half of it has gone bad. Then I feel terrible and resort back to boxed items that only need to have water added.
You know it’s bad when the lack of your kitchen savvy starts to effect the way your kids think about cooking. The other day my 9 year old daughter was pretending she was the next Rachel Ray as she demonstrated to her pretend TV audience how to make sweet rolls.
She first instructed her audience to lay out all the ingredients, preheat the oven and melt some butter in the microwave.
Then she took a triangle of crescent roll dough from a tube and told her audience to butter one side and sprinkle it with cinnamon sugar. “Then you take a marshmallow and hold it up. You check all sides of it make sure there is no mold. Then you wrap the crescent roll around it.”
Excuse me?
Did my child just instruct the pretend thousands watching her show that the marshmallows from my kitchen must be checked for mold?
Clearly I will not be hearing from the real Rachel Ray anytime soon asking me to be a guest on her show.
Unless of course she decided to do some sort of extreme homemaker makeover, then I would make a mighty fine candidate for sure.
The thing is I am a creative person and I love to eat. So one would thing the kitchen would be the perfect place for me. However, there is just too much pressure.
I like for the creative mood to strike me every couple of days or so. But that’s not how the people’s stomachs in my house operate. The people I live with like to eat three meals a day.
And then there is this issue with fresh things going bad. I can go to the store, buy all kinds of breads and fresh meats and lots of green things but by the time I get it all put away, I have used up all my brain cells.
I then need a few days to feel motivated to do something with all those supplies. By then half of it has gone bad. Then I feel terrible and resort back to boxed items that only need to have water added.
You know it’s bad when the lack of your kitchen savvy starts to effect the way your kids think about cooking. The other day my 9 year old daughter was pretending she was the next Rachel Ray as she demonstrated to her pretend TV audience how to make sweet rolls.
She first instructed her audience to lay out all the ingredients, preheat the oven and melt some butter in the microwave.
Then she took a triangle of crescent roll dough from a tube and told her audience to butter one side and sprinkle it with cinnamon sugar. “Then you take a marshmallow and hold it up. You check all sides of it make sure there is no mold. Then you wrap the crescent roll around it.”
Excuse me?
Did my child just instruct the pretend thousands watching her show that the marshmallows from my kitchen must be checked for mold?
Clearly I will not be hearing from the real Rachel Ray anytime soon asking me to be a guest on her show.
Unless of course she decided to do some sort of extreme homemaker makeover, then I would make a mighty fine candidate for sure.
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