I don’t like to cook. Never have. I love to bake though. I’m not sure why. I refused to learn how from my mother. I would tell her, “I’m going to marry someone who can cook.” And so I did.
James is a wonderful cook, so he does most of the meal prep. Sure I prepare side dishes, mostly with my trusty microwave. And James will tell you I’m not good at using timers. I often forget to set them. I get so sidetracked in the kitchen.
Even though I don’t like to cook, I can fill in if the need arises. My tacos are “famous” – well according to Diva. If James knows he’s not going to be home one night, he’ll usually get us a frozen pizza so I don’t have to cook. It’s just easier. Prepping food, timing the noodles, negotiating heated burners all while wrangling our herd of children can be a little much for me.
Jumpshot shared his perspective on the need for frozen pizza one night. “Does Dad get frozen pizza because he knows you can’t cook?”
Absolutely!
That sounds like something my kids would say