I have a problem with food. No, not eating it — I do that quite well, thank you — I have a problem with cooking it.
It’s not that I can’t cook or don’t like to cook, but quite honestly I’ve just been too busy to cook. After a full day of kids and work; my desire and energy level to prepare a fabulous meal is zero. I know this is what wives and mothers do all over the world and many of them have more on their plate than I do – no pun intended; but this past week has been filled with soup and sandwiches, and pizza. I did assemble the pizza crust, sauce and cheese — that counts for something, right?
I’m going to Whole Foods today to see if I can stock up on some simple, healthy dishes to make, so Husband and the kids can have some semblance of a home cooked meal. Husband’s really very patient and will fend for himself when I go on these little cooking strikes, but I know he really doesn’t like it. The longest one was when I was pregnant with Milan; I don’t think I made one meal. No, I am not pregnant, just busy.
How about you? Do you ever boycott the kitchen? Busy takeout-ordering moms want to know…