Since we’ve been using Angel Food Ministries & I’ve been menu-planning in an attempt to 1) cook all of the food that we get from AFM & 2) eat healthier by not eating chicken nuggets for every meal, my kitchen has been used more in the last two months than during the entire 7 years that we have lived in our house.
Don’t get me wrong–I love to cook (& eat). I just hate cleaning up after myself. In the past it was always easier to make things that were convenient. Like hamburger helper. Or frozen pizza. Or PB&J.
But now? Now I have a reason (besides my children) to cook meals. Real food with meat & veggies. Sometimes I get a little crazy and throw in some pasta for kicks.
This weekend, I was asking Greg if he thought I should make meatloaf on Sunday or Monday and do you know what he said to me?
After years of pissing and moaning about how I never cooked?
He had the nerve to say, “What is up with you and this cooking fetish lately?”
First of all, it’s not a fetish. ::shudders::
Second of all, is he not the one that was complaining just a few months ago about how he wishes that I would cook more? So that he can take leftovers in his lunch? So that there is dinner (nearly) every night? So that when the kids get older they brag about what an amazing chef their momma is? So that we (I) can host Thanksgiving dinner for both of our families within the next few years?
His new complaint?
We are running out of room in the refrigerator.
Eat faster because I’m going to make stuffed Pork Chops tomorrow night.