I have never liked to cook. I like to bake, but cooking just bores me, but it’s the one thing I have to do several times a week whether I want to or not or we’d just be eating sandwiches and salads.
Through the fifty years we have been married I have probably spent thousands of hours in the kitchen doing that which I find boring. It’s a necessary evil and someone has to do it and I’m that someone. I’m a pretty good cook, too. That is what is amazing. I did have a good teacher when she could get me into the kitchen. My mother. She was the best cook around. I still miss her fried chicken. My chicken doesn’t hold a candle to hers. My mother wasn’t all that fond of cooking either and yet, she spent most of her life in the kitchen cooking up big meals for our family of eight and huge dinners for company which we had quite often. I always thought people showed up right at dinner or supper time on purpose to eat some of my mother’s cooking. I did it a few times myself after I got married. Mom always had something good to eat and always a dessert.
Now when I cook for company there is a whole new dilemma. What to cook. Today so many people are on diets or special diets or can’t eat certain foods or are diabetic or can’t have salt or are lactose intolerant or eating gluten free or on the keto diet. I find cooking for company isn’t at all fun anymore. I can’t fix several different things to fill all the needs of everyone. When my mother cooked, she didn’t ask what one could or couldn’t eat. She cooked a meal and you ate it. If you couldn’t eat something, you didn’t say anything. Now you have to take notes on who can eat what.
So many people are dieting all the time now. I know it’s healthier to be slim, but there is fanaticism to it one didn’t see years ago. I’ve been on every diet in the book and I just gave up and eat pretty much what I want. Even if the doctor says don’t eat this or that. I’m going to die some day anyway, I might as well die happy. My husband eats everything with lots of salt and is skinny and hardly ever sees the doctor. His grandmother was a thin woman and lived into her nineties, so I think he takes after her. And if he does go on a diet all he has to do to lose weight is leave out a slice of bread and he’ll drop pounds. Life is not fair!
So do you have a special diet? Do you love to cook? How easy is it for you to plan meals? That’s another thing. Planning all the meals just makes me have to think of food all the time. When I ask my husband what he would like to eat he always says, “I don’t know, let me think about it,” so that is what we will have one day. A plate of I don’t know with dessert being I’ll think about it! Hope he likes it.
I don’t even know why I am writing about food and diets and all that anyway. I think it’s because I am about ready to go grocery shopping and the whole vicious cycle will start again. What to eat or not to eat. That is the question. Bye.