Fact: I don’t always know my way around the kitchen.




Here’s the deal, I don’t cook. It may seem weird to some of you since I bake for a living, but the fact of the matter is I’ve never been much of a cook. I actually don’t enjoy it. I feel like I’m going against so many rules by admitting this. I make the excuse that because I’m always in the kitchen baking, that I just don’t have the time. I don’t feel like cooking at all after I just spent 10-12 hours baking. However, the truth is that even before I started the bakery and became a baker, I still didn’t cook…like ever! If I did, I literally had to give myself pep talks and encourage myself that I could do it. You would swear I was going for a root canal anytime I attempted to get in the kitchen and cook a meal. Anyone else know what I’m talking about?

My poor husband has maybe gotten 8-10 meals out of me in the 7 years we’ve been married. I’m going to guess and say that he’s going to disagree with me and say 5 meals, not 10. Thank goodness he enjoys cooking. He’s actually good at it, too! Listen, I’m not proud of it and my mom tells me all the time I should cook more often. Not just for Steve, but for myself, too. I’m a creature of habit and will eat the same things over and over. I like simple, I like easy. I know I’ve mentioned before that some days I have a bowl of cereal for dinner. It just is what it is. However, I would like to start getting more creative and I would like to actually cook something else other than baked ziti. I want to make the time and hopefully along the way, I may even start to enjoy it. Ya never know, stranger things have happened.

I really have no idea how some of you do it. Whether you work full time while raising a family or you are a stay at home parent, to somehow find the time to make dinner at the end of the day is amazing to me. I applaud all of you. You are all rockstars in my book. Growing up, my mom worked full time and would always find the time to make dinner for us. She had a meal planned out for almost every night of the week. Except Friday, Friday was always pizza night. I’m pretty sure it was my mom’s favorite night of the week. My mom is also one of those people who likes to bake AND cook! Say what?!? Clearly I didn’t inherit her cooking skills. You get the gold star, Mom.

So, tonight I’m keeping my fingers crossed the dinner I’m making is edible. May the odds forever be in my favor. I will also be posting the recipe in case anyone else would like to make it. I was just thinking that if for some reason it doesn’t turn out the way I had planned, at least I’ve got cupcakes as back up.

As always, thank you for taking the time to read. Be kind to yourself.


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