I have many friends who adore cooking. Something just clicks for them in the kitchen, creative juices start flowing and they just seem to relax and get lost in the process. Fortunately for me and my family, one of these friends is my husband.
This is a huge relief for us because when I approach the kitchen one of two things happens.
1. I stare into a full pantry and refrigerator and see nothing. Nothing to create a meal or even a snack!
2. I enter the kitchen with a new recipe that even I can do that ultimately ends in frustration and ordering a pizza!
Cooking and I just are not friends and I am okay with this. Sure, I worry about passing on this trait to my daughters, but I have come to accept I am not a cook. Besides, look what a great role model my husband is in the kitchen. Who wouldn’t want to marry a man who can cook?
Of course, I can make a few basic meals, we wouldn’t starve if push came to shove, but basically my husband prepares the meals we look forward to seeing on the table.
But, something funny happened this Sunday. As I called the family to the table for a Sunday breakfast of homemade waffles, sausage and fruit I realized I am the only one in my family who cooks breakfast! I can cook up a mean batch of pancakes, french toast, and we all agree I make eggs (scrambled, fried or poached) better than anyone! If I am really feeling it I can even turn out biscuits!
These recipes are second nature to me and I enjoy making them! WHAT? Did I just say I enjoy making them? I did. There is just something about a weekend family breakfast that makes my heart smile. All of us gathered at the table, still in our pj’s, battling over the syrup, talking about the day ahead and the week passed. All this chatter somehow brings me into the kitchen ever Sunday morning to get lost in the process.
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I didn't enjoy cooking (or get really good at it) until we moved here to PA. Maybe, just maybe, things will change once your second daughter leaves for college. Or not. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm not a cook either and my family would starve if it wasn't for my husband. Of course, I am fortunate since he studied the culinary arts and worked as a chef for many years. Perhaps that is my excuse! Glad you can make a mean breakfast!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds as if you do your part, Deb. Lovely breakfasts are the best! Sharing the cooking is good, too. I imagine your daughters will learn from your husband and from you!
ReplyDeleteWe ARE sisters. Dave cooks in our house. I have attempted it but it never turns out good. I can make poached eggs and bacon though. And even pancakes. Lol
ReplyDeleteI am impressed! I am with you in the cooking department except I can't even do pancakes! Your family must love those lovingly prepared breakfasts!
ReplyDeleteSo funny… breakfast is the only meal my husband makes. I agree it is the best meal to share as a family. I treasure it and if we can't make one happen --we do breakfast for dinner!! Thanks for sharing and reminding me how much I love family breakfast.
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I was in the middle of searching my Google Drive for images for my SOL post, when the title of your post caught my eye. I stopped what I was doing to head over to your blog. I always LOVE your cooking stories and now I know something new about you. I think if you've got breakfast under your belt, then you have to give yourself permission to call yourself a cook. Cooking breakfast is a big challenge because you have to time everything to get it done at the same time. Your post made me smile, thinking about you and your family sitting around the table enjoying each others' company on a Sunday morning.
ReplyDeleteThere you go - you have discovered your specialty!
ReplyDeleteBreakfast and weekends with family sound perfect. For the first time in a long time, we all had breakfast together this past Saturday. I think you are a cook-your favorite genre is breakfast foods!
ReplyDeleteFamily breakfasts are such a great way to start the day. Isn't it wonderful when we find our hidden talents? Keep flipping those pancakes!
ReplyDeleteYour post made me smile. I. HATE. COOKING. And I can't even say that I can make breakfast!
ReplyDeleteThis just made me smile. There's something about feeling the ah-ha as you realized you are a cook - a morning cook (which is interesting since I know how much you love mornings). I also loved the image of you and your family gathered around the table in the morning "battling over the syrup, talking about the day ahead."
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