And, to summarize, I had to for the first time ever:
- do my own laundry
- clean the bathroom
- take out the trash
- cook my own food
(Fortunately, I had started making my own lunch during the second year of university so that was one less adjustment.)
Since Ivor does the first three things for me, I thought I should take part in this modern distribution of household tasks by learning to cook.
And, to summarize, in the past 13 months of matrimony I have:
- cooked Ivor the worst meal he's ever eaten...twice
- cried about cooking a bad meal...twice
(and no, the tears were exclusive of the worst meals)
So I've decided to go public. Seek out wise counsel. You know, blog about it all.
In the past year I've spent a lot of time thinking about food. More than I ever have or ever thought I would think about it. I've also spent a lot of time reading different food blogs. And, for whatever reason, I've been inspired to start one. And despite the fact I won't be as entertaining to read, I only have a point and shoot camera, and I've never blogged before, I think it's a great idea.
So to start things off, here's a quick recap of the past...
The Worst Meal He's Ever Eaten #1: Soya Sauce Braised Pork
Basically, I bought the wrong cut of pork. A cut of pork that is never supposed to be braised. A cut of pork that despite all your braising best attempts and good intentions, will never braise into delectable edibleness. A cut of pork that your husband will put into his mouth and spit out and tell you it's the worst meal he's ever eaten. A cut of pork that will, even after being chewed on by the most well-meaning of husbands, will remarkably still look really, really, really dry after being spat out. Like a wheat coloured cotton ball.
So to start things off, here's a quick recap of the past...
The Worst Meal He's Ever Eaten #1: Soya Sauce Braised Pork
Basically, I bought the wrong cut of pork. A cut of pork that is never supposed to be braised. A cut of pork that despite all your braising best attempts and good intentions, will never braise into delectable edibleness. A cut of pork that your husband will put into his mouth and spit out and tell you it's the worst meal he's ever eaten. A cut of pork that will, even after being chewed on by the most well-meaning of husbands, will remarkably still look really, really, really dry after being spat out. Like a wheat coloured cotton ball.
The Worst Meal He's Ever Eaten #2: Garlic Salt and Brown Sugar Chicken Wings
The recipe said to liberally sprinkle wings with equal parts garlic salt and brown sugar. I guess I read liberally too literally. And/or I didn't realize garlic, um, salt is salty. Anyway, you know how this story ends.
And a parting thought...
Some days, I think about what to cook for dinner all day long.
