I've said it a million times, I do not like to cook, therefore I cook as little as possible. I just can't be bothered with all the details involved in making a gourmet meal. I can hardly bother myself with the details involved in cooking macaroni and cheese, for that matter.
Well, I also happen to be extremely spoiled, because I am married to a man who loves to cook. And he's good at it. And nothing gives him more joy than all the details involved in making a gourmet meal.
Except, he also teaches high school and middle school and plays in the Shakespearean Festival and conducts the local orchestra on Thursday nights and teaches at the University. And school has now started, so guess who's been stuck making dinner every night this week?
Me. That's who. The chica who can't be bothered. I exhausted my possibilities of easy meals which require no forethought by Tuesday. So on Wednesday, we had the dollar menu at Wendy's (I have choir that night and really, it was just the only thing that would work for dinner). By last night, I had no idea what I should make to feed my family.
So, I did what any housewife who hates cooking does, and called my husband to beg him to make dinner. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to have enough time. So I did the second best thing and begged him to tell me what on earth to make.
He told me to do Teriyaki chicken. My heart was immediately stricken with worry, because I have never made that before. So, he very sweetly walked me through it on the phone and I got to work.
When he got home, I was just cutting the chicken into strips and putting it in the wok. I thought I was doing such a great job, but he immediately fixed all my mistakes and told me he was going to have to give me cooking lessons. Don't worry though, he didn't hurt my feelings. First of all, it's true. And second of all, he made sure to add that there were plenty of things I could be giving him lessons about.
Like doing the dishes. I'm a champ at that.