I wasn't a foodie until I met my husband. I was happy to make boxed meals, Hamburger Helper and the occasional slow cooker meal. I was a single mom of a five-year-old whose picky palate mirrored my own. For years, she was convinced that she didn't like cheese.
I was determined to learn how to cook, or, at the very least make a few meals that could be edible enough for the hubby to want me to make again. I had a huge collection of recipes and I didn't think it would be too difficult to try to make new things. Oh boy. I was wrong about that. I failed many times. I burnt a few things, undercooked a few things, over-salted somethings and under-seasoned others. It was definitely not as easy as I thought it would be.
Fast forward 12 years. I can't believe that I'm saying that. 12 years we've been together and still going pretty strong. I've learned quite a bit, and I'm not too shabby in the kitchen. I can hold my own for sure.
I like cooking but baking is my favorite. However, in 2017, I went back to school and found that planning and making meals was exhausting. After that, my daughter joined marching band and it seemed like dining out was the quickest and easiest for our busy schedule. It took more energy than I wanted to give to menu planning which meant that elaborate meals/dishes were no longer a priority.
Well, here we are in 2020. The year of coronavirus. And a time spent in quarantine and access to restaurants was limited. It was time to get back into the kitchen and into menu planning. So. I'm back. I don't know if I'm any better at cooking but I hope that it's good enough for my peeps to keep coming back for more food.
