I am not one for being in the kitchen. I do not enjoy spending hours of time preparing meals with fifty different ingredients. Cookbooks and recipes generally bore me. No, I am not eager to put on an apron and get chopping.
I basically have one dinner that I have mastered, plus I can scramble eggs and not burn the toast. But, alas, variety is the spice of life. And even my palette gets a bit bored.
So, I dared myself to try something new. Since spring break was upon us, I decided to take some time to follow a recipe (??) and try my hand at making Italian meatballs.
Both of my girls had similar reactions: My 15 year old came strolling into the kitchen, saw me actively digging at ground turkey meat in a plastic measuring bowl with a wooden spoon and promptly asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Perhaps she thought I had morphed into a chef overnight. The next question, "Does this have anything to do with chicken again?" I answered no, much to her shock and amazement.
My 12 year old got a bit more up close and personal. "What are you making, Mom?" As she watched me balling up the meat (with my trusty over-sized plastic gloves on to avoid the inevitable grease on the palms) and putting them into the bubbling frying pan to brown, she exclaimed, "Mom, you're actually in the kitchen cooking something, like, new. Just like other Moms. You totally rock, dude!" I guess I have now been indighted into the Mom Hall of Fame.
I was actually starting to feel admired as I turned the meatballs over with the tongs which I haven't used since I got married.
About thirty minutes later I was finished with the pre-prep, meatballs in the fridge, waiting to be baked later with fresh spaghetti cooking on the stovetop.
Later, the meatballs were the rage; even the husband thought they were delicious. What a nice surprise...for someone who isn't one for the kitchen.
She is like the merchant ships; she brings her food from afar. Proverbs 31:14
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