- Jun 21, 2009
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Greetings Foodie's Hearthstone, et. al.
The thread title mentions a 'contradiction' and that would be me. You see, I would like to make a confession here. Yes, it's about my skills in the kitchen. Perhaps there will be somebody who may come along and say, "Yes. I understand. That's similar to a problem that "Martha" had and what she did was...
Long story shortened? Well, I was a child of the 60's and my mom, although a great cook, may have figured that I would grow up and marry somebody who knew how to 'properly take care of a man." Pardon the vernacular. That is the way they thought back then.
Imagine my surprise when my wife and I divorced much later. I was, by then in my 30's but I hadn't learned more than how to be 'functional'. Maybe I overstate my ignorance but my choice seemed to be be between three important things
Close relationships with my sons.
Become a workaholic as an escape mechanism (there was a significant amount of stress) -or-
Learn house keeping, laundry, cooking, cleaning, shopping, budgeting, and etc.
One was easier and I took the path of least resistance. My sons and I played together frequently and it was fun. No regrets. Well, except my cooking skillset was sacrificed (again) but this time for a good cause. I recall once, going to work on Halloween with a name tag, "Single dad of two children. NO CABLE TV." It was voted, "Scariest Costume," that year. /ha!
More later. I'm gonna get some sleep but when I get back I'll probably remember to bring some pictures of some of the meals that have gone across my table. Still learning, I'd give myself an "C" as a cook, mostly for the expenditure of effort. The cooking is in general okay, room for improvement. I guess that's why I'm here.
!Sparrowf
The thread title mentions a 'contradiction' and that would be me. You see, I would like to make a confession here. Yes, it's about my skills in the kitchen. Perhaps there will be somebody who may come along and say, "Yes. I understand. That's similar to a problem that "Martha" had and what she did was...
Long story shortened? Well, I was a child of the 60's and my mom, although a great cook, may have figured that I would grow up and marry somebody who knew how to 'properly take care of a man." Pardon the vernacular. That is the way they thought back then.
Imagine my surprise when my wife and I divorced much later. I was, by then in my 30's but I hadn't learned more than how to be 'functional'. Maybe I overstate my ignorance but my choice seemed to be be between three important things
Close relationships with my sons.
Become a workaholic as an escape mechanism (there was a significant amount of stress) -or-
Learn house keeping, laundry, cooking, cleaning, shopping, budgeting, and etc.
One was easier and I took the path of least resistance. My sons and I played together frequently and it was fun. No regrets. Well, except my cooking skillset was sacrificed (again) but this time for a good cause. I recall once, going to work on Halloween with a name tag, "Single dad of two children. NO CABLE TV." It was voted, "Scariest Costume," that year. /ha!
More later. I'm gonna get some sleep but when I get back I'll probably remember to bring some pictures of some of the meals that have gone across my table. Still learning, I'd give myself an "C" as a cook, mostly for the expenditure of effort. The cooking is in general okay, room for improvement. I guess that's why I'm here.
!Sparrowf