March 11th, 2009 | 
Author: I listen to my friends swap recipes and talk about the newest sensations they have whipped up in their kitchens and my eyes glaze over. I don’t enjoy being in my kitchen and I don’t enjoy cooking. I think spending numerous years living in Sydney and having every imaginable tasty cuisine right on my doorstep ruined me. I am the first to admit that when it comes to kitchen duties I make a horrible housewife. Today as I was taking my lunch out of the microwave I started thinking about just how bad my kitchen skills are. Tonight my husband and I are getting Sushi takeaway so in honor of me not having to step foot in the kitchen here are my ten kitchen confessions.
- I rarely buy fresh veggies, the washing, cutting and cooking is too much for me. Why spend all that time preparing them when I’ll just ruin them. I buy steam fresh and they are perfect every time.
- I don’t bake. You will never see me making a birthday cake for the kids, there are people trained to do that and I am happy to pay them for their services. I could make something with love but it would taste like my intentions were something else.
- I don’t know how to use the broiler on the oven
- I rarely cook anything with more than four ingredients
- When I buy fruits and veggies I try to buy pre-cut, the less I use sharp knives the better, I have been known to slice off fingernails.
- Despite following the instructions I have never been able to make meringue, it ends up a soppy mess, no firm peaks in site.
- I love my microwave; the only thing I won’t cook in the microwave is canned soup and meat.
- I lack the ability to boil rice, it’s either hard or mushy, I can’t find the in between. If rice is needed with a meal its the kind that microwaves in 90 seconds.
- Cookbooks make me feel stupid because I am always flipping to the glossary of terms to figure out what in the world they are trying to get me to do.
- My lack of cooking skills are so well known in my family that when the women are cooking Thanksgiving dinner I’m sent out to play golf with the men (I’m not complaining about this one).
I think my lack of kitchen skills will always keep me from gaining Super Mom status. What are your kitchen confessions? Are you a great chef or a hopeless like me?
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My husband is a fantastic cook. Lucky me! It does make me very nervous in the kitchen though. He’s not critical of my cooking, it’s just me being uncomfortable there.
My 5 year old daughter was looking over my shoulder when your site came up (dropping EC). She asked me why you have all those things in your hands (in your header). I told her those are all jobs you have to do. She was quite impressed. She wants to know if you have a husband who helps you. And she thinks the big kids should be helping with the cleaning and taking care of the baby.
I don’t think she realizes that her mommy has to do all of those things!
I am not a cook. I never learned to cook. I can follow a recipe, but I have no idea what can be changed. (Example, one time I made chili but didn’t have cumin, so I skipped it. Later, my hubby (who is an excellent cook) told me that cumin is what makes chili taste like chili. oops!
I have learned how to make merringue.