Eric did not marry me for my skills in the kitchen. He married me knowing full well that I CANNOT find my way around the kitchen. Despite coming from a home that always had something delicious cooking, he still married me. I've been totally content having my knowledge in the kitchen go only as far as making a bowl of cereal. I have proved many times that I do not belong in the kitchen. I have the scars to prove it! One time I was attempting to help Eric's mom in the kitchen... it ended with a mess EVERYWHERE! All over me, the counter, the floor, and I'm sure if you looked close enough it would have some how ended up on the ceiling. There are six girls in my family. Each on of us has our strengths and my mom would put us to work according to our strengths. My older sister was pretty comfortable in the kitchen. I know how to clean better than any of my sisters and quite frankly, I enjoy it. I didn't want to learn how to cook, it was too messy.
I figured it was about time I start working on developing this skill. I have been making a menu and trying to make new things. There are smells that are filling our house that have never filled our house before! Eric is loving coming home to a delicious dinner and I am really starting to enjoy making it. I made stew and home made bread last night. I don't have a bread machine so this was the real deal. I did it all by myself and it even tasted good! And just to prove that I'm not making it up... I have pictures!
Are you hungry now?? I'm excited to do it again tomorrow!!

