I can't cook. I freely admit this. Cooking to me is throwing something in the microwave and crossing my fingers it cooks all the way through.
I've never been a "foodie." I only eat when I'm hungry, and only because my blood sugar gets low and I become quite the bitch, more so than usual. I don't enjoy trying new food, and only do it because Adam will bug me until I do.
I've tried to cook. I've looked up recipes, but if it involves more than 4 ingredients I'm immediately turned off.
Maybe it's because I'm Irish. Any seasoning other than salt and butter throws me for a loop. Maybe because I didn't have a huge array of different foods growing up. I'm okay with this, though, doesn't bother me one bit.
I feel bad for my Adam, who grew up with a mom who can cook anything and everything and is quite good at it. I almost cried the other night when I served him pork chops that the NHL could have used in place of the usual puck.
I feel inadequate when Adam talks to his mom and she's cooking this or baking that. Homemade apple pie? I don't like pie, so I don't make it. I make Addison cheesecake from the box. I made brownies from the box. I make cookies from a box or premade dough. Betty Crocker I'm not.
So, if you're hungry, my house is not the place to come to, unless Adam is cooking. He's a great cook, because as he once told me, "I learned how to cook after we got married because otherwise I would have starved." Love ya too Hun.