My wife Priscilla doesn’t cook. She never has and I don’t think she ever would have either. That is until about a month ago when we both decided to trade off days during the week when we both cook dinner. Not a Fast Food pick up order or a pizza delivery guy. A real home cooked meal. Now, cooking a meal at home may seem simple to some people, but to Priscilla, cooking is a really, really big challenge.
Priscilla can clean and organise and even do yard work with all the confidence in the world. She can take a messy closet and turn it into a rainbow of organised shirts, undershirts, button downed shirts, dress shirts and suits all in order and all color coordinated. Don’t get in her way when she is in her “”clean mode”. She is like a runaway train. She will clean the house til you can eat off the kitchen floor. I can’t even take a shower two days after she cleans cause it will dirty the tile. (just a joke there) She will spend hours pulling every weed in the yard after she mows and edges the grass. It’s incredible how meticulous she can get over some of the smallest things.
Well, as domesticated as she sounds, she has never been a chef. Apparently she has never cooked in her life. Ever. I, on the other hand, was a line cook in a restaurant for 5 years as I made my way through college, so I know my way around the kitchen. Now I have always been proud of my cooking ability and have always cooked for myself and then for Priscilla when we started to date and eventually got married. I didn’t mind then and I don’t mind now but I do want Priscilla to learn how to cook so she can appreciate the world of the Culinary Arts and try new and exciting foods.
Priscilla has always been a picky eater. Ever since I have known her she has been very particular about what she orders off a menu and what restaurant she attends. She is usually not ”in the mood” for anything other than chicken fingers and quesadillas. She has her moments of being open minded about what she eats, but most of the time she just isn’t feeling it. The idea of having us both cook opens up the idea of making new foods and trying new things we normally wouldn’t want. We are letting the other person choose the meal and make it the way they like. The main thing I wanted wanted to achieve for us both was to appreciate these meals because it took time and effort to create them.
Priscilla was all for it. She knows she is a picky eater and wanted to learn how to cook. I would be there to help and she would be there to help me too. So far the meals ranged from Polenta to frozen chicken fingers. All in all, we have leanred a lot. Eventually I want us to take some cooking classes and learn even more. I want to try new things and cook new vegtables I now consider weird or gross. Eggplant? Not sure if that is good or not but I want to try it out. Priscilla has eaten everythign I have made and cooked up some excellent things herself. The Pulled Pork was some of the best I have ever had.
