I guess that maybe I have a love/hate relationship with cooking...or maybe a love/disdain relationship is a more accurate description.
I love eating.
I love when something that I cooked is totally delicious and everyone raves about it.
I even enjoy (to some degree) looking for new recipes.
I don't so much love the actual cooking part.
As I have said before, I'm no chef. I feel ok about this- I make preserves for crying out loud!
Thankfully I married a man who enjoys cooking (and makes quite delectable meals).
I definitely plan meals around when he is going to be home to cook or to help me.
All that said, dinner is on me tonight.
We are having beef stroganoff.
By that I mean that Hamburger Helper with a little cream of mushroom soup added in. Don't judge. It's good. Both of my kids eat it with NO complaints, and that's saying something!