The other night Todd & Lboy were hanging out in the kitchen while I was cooking supper. I was finishing up & making mashed potatoes. Todd was stealing bites while I was stirring them & he said he was so glad that I didn’t make them lumpy, in fact I think he said, “I don’t think I could be married to a woman who made lumpy mashed potatoes. You know that would be a definite deal breaker.”
From that conversation we went on to other things about what we like to eat, the meals he likes, & his incapacity to make a grilled cheese. And then Todd said, “I’m so impressed with how you’re a fancy cook.”
*blank stares* *nervous laughter* *more blank stares*
See, I have a confession to make. When Todd & I were first married I cooked EVERYTHING from scratch. From pancakes, to mashed potatoes, to brownies, to banana nut muffins, to fettucini alfredo…and I’m pretty sure he still thinks I cook that way.
But these days…I’m spending all my time wiping a little nose & changing diapers, while cleaning up toys & well let’s all be honest, blogging, so…all my cooking is done from a box…but please don’t tell Todd. I quite like that Fancy Cook Status.