I think I've mentioned here before that I don't enjoy cooking. It's kind of funny because I've also mentioned that I come from a family of creative women who love to sew. As accomplished as those women were/are in sewing they are equally talented in the kitchen. My granny loved to cook and everything she made was delicious.
For as long as I can remember, we've had Sunday lunch at my aunt Mary's house. Every Sunday she prepares a HUGE meal, enough to feed 20 people, no matter that there may only be 5 or 6 at the dinner table. She loves to cook.
Somehow that love of cooking had not been passed on to me, or so I thought. Oh, I may be getting ahead of myself. I don't think I'm ready to call what I'm feeling love, but I have had a different feeling about cooking lately. I've not dreaded it so much. I've come to realize that what I dislike is not the cooking itself, it's the thankless job of cooking. The chore of it all. For years I've been responsible for cooking, cleaning, and putting away. (don't feel too sorry for me, I don't do it every night) Between the kid's school, work and extracurricular activities schedules and Mitch's crazy work hours I've never had a helper in the kitchen. I don't enjoy eating enough to make it worth all the work involved in meal preparation and the subsequent clean up. I'm happy to eat a peanut butter sandwich or a bowl of soup (from a can), but then there are those other folks who live with me.
Alyssa's school schedule allowing her to be home in the evenings coupled with her being a wonderful help while I was sick resulted in me having a partner in the kitchen. Together we have discussed what we'll have for dinner. We've worked together preparing the meal and also worked together cleaning up. I think there may have even been a time or two when Casey pitched in a little on his nights off.
I know you're probably thinking, "why didn't I recruit helpers before now?" I guess it goes back to my it's easier to do it myself than listen to the griping mentality. I know I've not done anybody any favors but the kids have really had very few responsibilities around the house. With Alyssa school was the first priority, so she was never given many chores to be responsible for. With Casey, it's more an avoidance of the butting of heads that I know will ensue. Again I know that's not good parenting, not doing him any favors, I'm the first to admit that. Just add that to my list (long list) of parenting mistakes, but that's not what this post is supposed to be about. No, it's supposed to be a positive post about a new view on an old chore.
I'm happy to say that I've enjoyed preparing meals the past couple of weeks. Yes it's likely the time spent with my daughter and not so much the cooking I've enjoyed, whatever it is, I think everyone has benefited. I've been able to pass on a little motherly knowledge to my firstborn, my baby girl, and that makes me very happy, even if it does have to be in the kitchen.
Another thing that makes me happy is this soup. I'm a soup lover, especially a light, brothy soup, so when I saw this post I had to give it a try. A quick google search and I found a recipe. I made a couple of changes, I left out the watercress (didn't have any) and added noodles. I wanted rice noodles but again, didn't have any, so angel hair pasta it was. My new favorite comfort food. I'll be making a lot of this and I imagine when Alyssa has a family of her own, she will too.