I have never been a real fan of the kitchen. When I was growing up, my mother forced me to stand in the kitchen and learn cooking techniques. I pretty much daydreamed during this process. When I ventured out into my first marriage, I gradually taught myself, through trial and error, the basics of cooking. I even made my own spaghetti sauce.
After my two children were born, I became a stay-at-home mom, and had my days to think about and plan my meals for the week. I collected cookbooks and tried out different recipes. Mostly, though, my cooking capabilities limited me to casseroles. My lack of creativity in the kitchen, also limited the variety of dishes placed on the table.
Once I started attending college, and after my divorce, I quickly lost what ever interest I had in the kitchen. That interest has not returned nor do I think it ever will. I have discovered the vast variety of frozen, toss-in-a-pan dinners at my grocery store. Add some vegetables, and you have an instant meal. I spend about the same amount of time in the kitchen as my kids do eating the meal. I have serious problems with the idea of spending 30-60 minutes preparing a meal, that takes exactly 10 minutes to eat. I can think of much better ways to spend my time.
What’s odd about this, though, is that I love watching the Food Network. I always get inspired, but then I easily talk myself out of it. So far, no one has shown me a 10 minute prep. meal. I pour over recipes in magazines, too, but if it has more than 3 or 4 ingredients – forget it.
I often wonder if I will make an attempt in the kitchen again after my kids are grown and on their own. My fiancé certainly wonders this, as well, I’m sure. I think part of my problem is that cooking for children can be such a touchy thing. I can see a fairly simple recipe that looks fabulous and healthy, but I know my kids would never touch it. This is another reason why I don’t waste an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen. Why venture out into a new world of taste, when no one will eat it?
So, I guess only time will tell whether or not I become a cook again. I do know this, even if my children are no longer at home, and I come home from a long day at work, and it is after 7, pick a restaurant.