Well, we'll start with food. I'll give you a little background. I grew up with a housewife for a mother. Her work was cleaning, cooking, and taking care of three kids. I lived a cushioned life having no chores to do other than cleaning my room, my parents took care of everything else for me. When I went to college, I commuted - so again, parents took care of everything. At one point I decided I needed to know how to cook - my dad's response was "you just do it"....yeah - thanks dad. My mom - she just really didn't have the time.
It wasn't until I met my now husband in 2009 (at 22 years old) that I actually learned to cook anything other than eggs & Bisquick pancakes. Now, he's been cooking (and out of his parent's home) since 2001-ish, and sometimes it's hard for someone to teach a straight-up beginner (I mean, come on, in high school I messed up instant mac & cheese in home ec). So slowly, I learned some "signature dishes" if you want to call them that. Mostly pastas because they're easy - you just stick the pasta in boiling water until it's done to your taste. Other than that my boyfriend (at the time) did most all of the main cooking, I did easy side dishes or made sure he watched me while I helped.
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| My Kitchen..the stove anyway |
Now, I'm 25, married, with a German Shepherd pup, in a new (to me anyways) house, jobless. Glad I learned to cook from my husband! Because I'm the one usually cooking now (unless it's grilling, I won't touch the grill unless it's for hot dogs!) or dinner would take up too much of our time together, and we have a house to put together (but that's a different subject all together).
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