Food for thought

Making dinner was a chore for me. I grew up in a family where food was the center of attention. My grandma made a feast for every meal. I never worried about going hungry, or wanting more food. The left overs were always sent with us for lunch. Nothing was ever wasted in my house. Now that I live with just my wife, our meals are considerably smaller, but it took us a long time to cook for two. I never cooked as a child or a young adult. The kitchen was the place for the older women of the household. I was sent with the men to watch football or to watch the children running around the house. My cooking skills are very rudimentary. I barely can make grilled cheese, let alone something more complicated. My wife has been teaching me the basics for the last three years.

Last night I cooked the burgers in the skillet, and fried the french fries on the stove. I am not the best cook but I'm learning to make things. We have designated every Friday as our date night. We spend the night making a new recipe for dinner and watching a movie at home. Spending time in the kitchen is becoming a more enjoyable time for me.