In the Kitchen {living outside the stacks}

When The Hubs and I first got married, I couldn’t cook. I could barely boil water. And I really only knew how to do that because I needed the water for coffee. Other than that, there was takeout. Actually, there was a guy who sold crawfish, corn, and boiled potatoes out of the back of his white pick~up truck, but that’s a story for another day

It wasn’t until my kids were school aged that I started to take an interest in cooking. Mostly because we’d moved out of my mother~in~law’s house and I was now responsible for making sure that they ate regularly. There was also The Hubs, who insisted upon eating every. single. day.

I started off with easy things: scrambled eggs, spaghetti, Hamburger Helper, etc. But then I started getting bold. I started experimenting with a variety flavor combinations, different meats, and fresh vegetables. Cooking became both relaxing and intense. And a bit cathartic. Frustrated? Pound a piece of meat. I grew to love cooking and my family enjoyed {most} of the new dishes. They had veto power; if they didn’t like something, it wasn’t added to the rotation. No matter how much I may have enjoyed it.

Now that there’s just the two of us, my cooking style has had to change. I no longer have to cook in bulk and I can make more elaborate meals. I’ll be sharing many of those meals here on the blog, for quick and easy access, click here.

Daenel T {Living Outside the Stacks}