If I had been born in the early seventies, by my high school years I would have been enrolled in a class called "home economics". It would have taught me all the ins and outs of running the home- cooking, cleaning, sewing, etc. Theatre taught me sewing, my mother taught me cleaning, but cooking is a foreign art to me.
So when I decide to make dinner, it's a lot of thinking on my part. I'm learning how to pair veggie with rice and chicken, but in different ways. The other day, I soaked my chicken in beer for a few hours(delicious). Today, I popped over to our local organic store(but, I must admit, only because it's 50 feet away from my front door.) and bought couscous and dressing. The dressing is some lemony thing that is amazing. Baked the chicken in it, baked the broccoli and carrots in Old Bay, and let the couscous do it's thing. Smells like it's going well.
I wonder if I'll ever get the hang of this nigh-housewife existence. I'm making sure the bills are getting paid, which I do well. I'm making sure the laundry gets done, which I could probably be doing better. I think I'm ready to take on the extra task of making sure we get at least one nutritional meal a day.
Besides, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
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