Well, I hate it with a passion!
It’s not that I’m a bad cook. In fact, I am a very good cook if I apply myself to it. My daughter constantly reminds me of the dishes I used to cook for them when they were growing up. She makes these dreamy eyes trying to trick me into feeling guilty and cook something again.
But I’m strong and I resist the temptation of those beautiful big black eyes…
I didn’t always hate cooking that much. I never enjoyed it either but at least I was neutral about it.
But as my neurological symptoms become more and more obvious I just abandoned it all together. I was getting all sorts of cuts and burns. I couldn’t stand the heat. I was breaking a lot of plates and glasses.
A home-cooked meal is not worth such physical discomfort. I’m quite OK with throwing something in the microwave (or the oven in the winter time) instead.
Every now and then, my daughter and I cook together, which means she does ALL the chopping and I supervise. I do the washing of vegetables and stuff. Help decide how much of this or that we put in the pot or the pan, stir here and there. It’s fun but I don’t want to do it all the time. And we definitely don’t do it in the summer. The heat generated by the stove is enough to send me into heat exhaustion. It’s sort of our winter thing to do together.
Fortunately for me, the Bear actually likes to cook (either that or he lies beautifully). So, instead of eating pre-packed food, I get to enjoy delicious meals two or three times a week.
I have to say, it is really convenient that the Bear Den and the Daisy Digs are in the same building, only one floor apart.
8 thoughts on “Have I told you how much I hate cooking?”
Fortunately, I love to cook and bake, because I would never be able to say ‘no’ to Z and M when they give me those looks your daughter gives you.
Also, still loving the drawings.
oh, yeah, when my kids were your kid’s age, I was NEVER able to say no! :P
And thanks :)
And M, especially. If she even thinks I’m going to say ‘no,’ she throws in an “I love you so much, I could hug you and kiss you forever,” then I’m screwed.
yeah, that’s about right
Indeed! How could you resist those beautiful black eyes?
I know right? and wait till you see pics of my son. Five more days!!! :D
It’s not that I hate to cook it’s that I hate deciding what’s for dinner. If the ingredients would magically appear on my counter I’d have a blast.My kids think roast chicken comes from the deli.
yeah, deciding every day what to cook was the worse part. At some point, I even decided to have a fixed meal for every day of the week (like Pasta Mondays, Stew Tuesdays, etc) but that didn’t work either.
I think that if the ingredients would magically appeared -all chopped and ready to cook, I’d cook as well… maybe… but there’s still the issue of the heat…
Meh, my kids are adults now. I don’t have to feed anyone anymore. I’ll make do just fine with pre-packed meals LOL