In The Kitchen

There was a time when being in the kitchen was a treat for me. I would spend hours doing things just the way I wanted them. Four course dinners all made from scratch. I’d make my sauces from homemade stock that was prepared just for that meal. Driving way out of my way to get one ingredient was just par for the course. Those days are gone for now. I have too many kids and not enough time or money to continue that way.  One day it will be fun again.

I have been in something of a rut lately. Seven dinners a week on top of laundry and homework has been my routine for a long time. It has become quite tedious. I still enjoy cooking, I just don’t get anything more from it than a meal for my family. Cooking always added much more to my life. It relaxed me, gave me a creative outlet and made me feel useful. Now it’s just another chore.

I have tried other hobbies. Writing in this blog is the only thing I have been able to find the time for though.  I really want to cook for fun again and can’t wait to have that back. Kite surfing and origami just aren’t me. I like butchering meat and straining sauces. When will it be fun again? Perhaps after the kids have grown I’ll find my way. Time will tell I suppose. Maybe if I figure out a way to share the kitchen with my family I  can make cooking pleasurable once more. I doubt that I can pull off such a feat though, I’m like a Nazi when I’m in the kitchen. I will make dinner tonight and tomorrow and the night after that without complaint. It’s my job. That is all I have to say about that.

P.S. I really want a pork chop tattoo on my neck. Someone make that happen. Thanks.