The start of the
Easter Holidays is always met with jubilation at the thought of 2 weeks off
work (or skiving as Hubby say’s but I can’t help working in a school) and the
disappearance of that ‘Sunday night feeling’ because Monday is a lay in and no
rushing around in trying to get out of the house on time. Making arrangements
with friends is high on the list as well as late nights, days out and relaxing.
Not on the list is cooking dinner which Hubby seems to think is a priority due
to having time off work. And it’s not just my hubby.
some time on Facebook recently because let’s face it, not working allows time
to be wasted, sorry spent on here, I saw a post from my friend’s hubby stating
that he ‘expected’ a five course dinner when he got home from a hard days
graft. Now I know he was joking about
the 5 courses but the expectation was there for the dinner just as my Hubby
expects a meal when he gets home. Like I don’t have anything else to do. And
the conversation pretty much was the same on Facebook with a few of us of the
same mind; moaning at the expectation not only because we’re extremely busy
people but because we can’t cook!
And our hubbies
know this but still insist on wanting us to cook because it is our duty, our
job and we have nothing better to do. Last week, I attempted a curry (a jar of
sauce) and could hear Hubby’s voice telling me to slow cook the pork so it’s
nice and tender. So I did. But after 20 minutes, I could smell burning. The
‘sauce’ was no more and in its place was a congealed, burnt mass. I made the
mistake of stirring it which scraped up the charcoaled bits from the bottom of
the pan. But the worst of it was when I actually served it up as ‘dinner’ of
which Hubby was not impressed; far from it, even though I said it’s
‘barbequed’. He started saying that if he had served me up something like that,
I would have moaned like buggery and not eaten it. Well yes that is true but
then my Hubby claims to be able to cook and can cook so I would be very upset
to get burnt offerings. However, I have never claimed to be able to cook. Bake;
yes, cook; no.
But even with this
in mind, I am still expected to cook. Darn! My Hubby has seen through my evil
plan of producing crap and hoping never to be asked again to cook. I can’t get
out of it that easily it seems. Neither can my friends although one was lucky
enough for her hubby to actually prepare meals a few days in advance for her.
Now there is a lucky lady with a hubby who listens to the plaintive cries of ‘I
can’t cook’ and ‘I hate cooking.’
To be honest, I
haven’t actually had to cook yet as Hubby has been off work but that will
change tomorrow when he’s back and I have to think ahead, plan and create as
nothing less will do. I’m, not allowed to cook frozen foods as I nuke them to
death. I’m also not allowed to cook mince as that’s all I can cook apparently
and he’s fed up with it, chicken because we had that tonight and pork because I
can’t and I burn it. Pasta is out because he’s fed up with that too. Doesn’t
leave much does it? And this is why cooking is hard! It’s also hard because I
have to cook something that will still resemble a meal the next day as Hubby
will take it to work. So you can see the huge challenge ahead of me. Made even
more challenging by the fact that I will be visiting a friend tomorrow and once
we get together, we shall have hours of fun gossiping, Facebooking, munching
and generally putting the world to rights . . . and cooking? Well by tomorrow
evening, we’ll both be in the dog house which makes a huge change from your
dinner’s in the dog.
Love me; The Undomesticated Devil for a reason.
suggestions of what to cook please post here and Hubby may have a chance of a
PPS: I guess I
should dedicate a blog to my poor long suffering Hubby but best it’s not this
one. . .
PPPS: This blog is
dedicated to Jan Fuller and Lizzie Martin.
I know where you’re coming from and feel your pain when in the kitchen.