Cause I do. And considering in less than seven months, I'm marrying a man whose mom is Supermom...this is not a good thing :(
When my future mother-in-law makes chocolate chip cookies, they are puffy and soft and generally perfect. When I made chocolate chip cookies last night, they were dry and flat as pancakes.
Generally I manage to go long enough between cooking attempts that by the next time I try, I have forgotten how disastrous and frustrating it usually is. So I get all ambitious and think, "Yay, I am going to be all domestic and it will be wonderful!" Umm...that's not so much the result, usually. What actually happens is, either the recipe is incomplete/unspecific/impossible to follow, or the baking time is ambiguous and I'm at a total loss as to how to know when it's done, or it takes hours longer (prep and/or cooking time) than I planned for...or any number of other undesirable results. I end up frustrated and feeling like a failure, and ranting about how much I hate cooking. Of course it doesn't help matters that I am a) a perfectionist, and b) sometimes a drama queen.
My mom, in a futile attempt to make me feel better, tries to reassure me that when my grandma got married, she didn't even know how to boil water. (I can't help but wonder if this is a family myth--I find it impossible to believe that anyone could be that inept, since even I am not that helpless in the kitchen.) It doesn't make me feel better.
All I know is, 1) the thought of preparing meals for a husband, and then a family, for the rest of my life fills me with dread. I WANT to want to do that...but I don't want to. and 2) it is a really good thing that I am marrying a patient, easygoing, non-picky man.
Easy Mac, anyone?
Monday, December 06, 2004
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