My husband has asked me to take some culinary classes.
I watch in awe at mothers and wives that find such joy in cooking meals for their family. I have spurts of not minding cooking, but never joyful, care-free feelings as I chop an onion, dice a tomato or burn the butter intended for sauteing. Whether this is attributed to my mother’s tyrannical behavior when she cooked meals growing up or my feminist determination to show that men and women can trade roles occasionally, this realization about myself has led me to think that every mother that hates (oops, dislikes) cooking should employ a person that loves to cook and plan delicious meals. If a professional chef were affordable, it would be among my first expenditures.
Reason #1: My family would eat tasty and healthy meals consistently. **
Reason #2: I would be very happy and helpful during mealtimes.
Reason #3: If my grandmother’s theory that “cooking is an expression of love” is true, then the food that we all ate would be filled with love and lovely nutrients.
Reason #4: I could even learn a few things from the chef, when I felt inclined.
Reason #5: I could spend the time that I am usually stressing about what to cook, how to cook it and where the ingredients went, guilt free and engaged in some worthy cause (not to say cooking is not a worthy cause).
**Let me make myself clear. I do cook healthy, and sometimes tasty, meals for my family, but I think that my life (and my family’s life) would be infinitely better tasting and better used if I could employ a cook.
Now, if any of you have the secret to enjoying cooking and you have actually disliked it at one point, please pass your wisdom my way because I don’t think I am going to be able to hire a chef for a few more years. =)