Food. Everybody loves food to a certain degree. We all eat it to survive. There are others who eat it for pleasure. The question is who cooks it? At my house, that would be me. I take full chef honors. There used to be a time when my husband ruled as Lord of the barbecue grill, and my realm was confined to the kitchen. My kids and I would wait, with baited breath and growing appetites, for him to come home and cook something, anything, on the grill.
One day my husband decided I needed to master the barbecue grill as well. The skill was on the list of things that he should do and could do, but unfortunately hardly ever came home to do and didn’t want to be bothered with when home. If I wanted the taste of barbecued meat grilled to perfection, I needed to learn. So I did, all the time with the nagging thought in the back reaches of my brain that I was being prepared for a life without him. Is he trying to tell me something? Probably not, I am just a tinge paranoid. I am a strong, independent woman, whether I want to be or not. This life as a trucker’s wife has made me that way.
Growing up, it was the same scenario on the most part, since my dad was also an over the road truck driver like my husband. While he was away, Mom ruled the kitchen and did all the cooking. When Dad came home, he not only presided over the barbecue grill, but also dazzled us with his skills in the kitchen. Crazy enough, it was my Dad that attempted to teach me how to cook and insisted on me helping. He taught me how to cook breakfast: eggs, pancakes, french toast, you name it. He showed me how to make his spaghetti and his barbecue chicken. My Dad actually had a huge collection of recipes that he began accumulating after my mom died, and I got that little gold mine when he died in 2004.
Even though I watch “Master Chef” avidly and am openly in awe of Gordon Ramsay, and secretly scared shitless of him, I have no delusions that I could compete in the Master Chef kitchen, nor would I desire to. However, we don’t starve, and there are a few dishes I am damn proud to claim as my own concoctions. Yes, I cooked that. My mantra has always been and always will be: if you can read, you can cook.