So yesterday Foster had an appointment and after the person wanted to talk to me. The person indicated that they were happy with things and that Foster said they were eating more. The person responded saying John must be a good cook and Foster promptly replied saying we eat out a lot.
OK now I worked in a restaurant growing up and I can cook, but my skills may have slipped a lot. I can't help that M is such an amazing cook and I've not needed my skills in the last 4 years. I can still grill a pretty good steak, but that can't be every night. Can it? No I can't afford steak nightly and I'm pretty sure my suits, which are already tight, would just rip away.
Now I say that I'm turning into my mother because her kitchen literally probably just came with the house. If she could have built it without one she might have considered it and probably only put in new countertops last year because these look nicer. It is no secret that my mother finds the act of cooking less than pleasurable. She will sort cattle, harvest corn, walk beans and feed the hogs, but cooking eh not such a fan. The first time M accompanied me to my Mother's it was around lunch time and we were setting up a new TV. M looks at me and says do you think your Mom will make us a sandwich. To which I reply in 5-10 minutes she will open the door to upstairs and yell down if we are getting hungry and were do we want to go. She'll give you options of Pizza Ranch, Burger King, Border Fare and Subway. I should have bet him money because sure enough that's exactly what happened.
So how did I fall to this level where my cooking skills are on par with that and is this a big concern? Yes because eating out is expensive and I need to teach Foster that being self reliant and cooking meals is part of being a grown up. UGH there should be another grown up in the house to help. I guess this means the kitchen is no longer where I feed the dogs, eat cereal and store my diet dew. I'm actually going to have to stop as I walk through to the basement and do something in there. That is unless I can motivate M to start making meals and freezing them. :)
Either way I figure this is just one of the less desirable traits I've garnered from my mother. There are hosts of others to make up for it. I totally did a soccer mom on Foster today in traffic. Slammed on my brakes and right arm shot across Foster's chest like a thuroughbred coming out of the gate. He just looked at me like what was that. I turned up the radio and started singing along. Totally something Mom would do!
Peace, Love and Puppy Dogs,
John
OK now I worked in a restaurant growing up and I can cook, but my skills may have slipped a lot. I can't help that M is such an amazing cook and I've not needed my skills in the last 4 years. I can still grill a pretty good steak, but that can't be every night. Can it? No I can't afford steak nightly and I'm pretty sure my suits, which are already tight, would just rip away.
Now I say that I'm turning into my mother because her kitchen literally probably just came with the house. If she could have built it without one she might have considered it and probably only put in new countertops last year because these look nicer. It is no secret that my mother finds the act of cooking less than pleasurable. She will sort cattle, harvest corn, walk beans and feed the hogs, but cooking eh not such a fan. The first time M accompanied me to my Mother's it was around lunch time and we were setting up a new TV. M looks at me and says do you think your Mom will make us a sandwich. To which I reply in 5-10 minutes she will open the door to upstairs and yell down if we are getting hungry and were do we want to go. She'll give you options of Pizza Ranch, Burger King, Border Fare and Subway. I should have bet him money because sure enough that's exactly what happened.
So how did I fall to this level where my cooking skills are on par with that and is this a big concern? Yes because eating out is expensive and I need to teach Foster that being self reliant and cooking meals is part of being a grown up. UGH there should be another grown up in the house to help. I guess this means the kitchen is no longer where I feed the dogs, eat cereal and store my diet dew. I'm actually going to have to stop as I walk through to the basement and do something in there. That is unless I can motivate M to start making meals and freezing them. :)
Either way I figure this is just one of the less desirable traits I've garnered from my mother. There are hosts of others to make up for it. I totally did a soccer mom on Foster today in traffic. Slammed on my brakes and right arm shot across Foster's chest like a thuroughbred coming out of the gate. He just looked at me like what was that. I turned up the radio and started singing along. Totally something Mom would do!
Peace, Love and Puppy Dogs,
John
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