I. Made. Meatloaf.
Okay, this may be a very small accomplishment for most people out there but for me it is HUGE!
If you know me, you definitely know that I didn’t grow up hanging out in the kitchen with my parents and boiling rice, wasn’t my forte.
Growing up, I had a easy bake oven and I loved it.
I loved being able to throw something I mixed together into a “oven” then tossed it into the microwave — as sad as that sounds. But the best part was when my brother would enjoy them as well. He would always encourage me to make cakes because he always loved eating them.
My parents both shared the responsibility of cooking in our house, but my dad was the main cook in our household.
My dad would get home earlier than my mom and so he would stop at the grocery store, pick up whatever it is that they were cooking and get things started. My mom would get home and help him in the kitchen and then we would eat.
On occasion I would help cut up some things at times but I was too “slow” for my dad and he would just usher me to the side so he could finish cooking.
When it was time to be a wife and cook things on my own, I was happy that I lucked out and married a guy who grew up in a household of cookers and loved to cook himself.
But then he found a job that required him to work nights and the responsibility of cooking fell on me, I knew making sandwiches wasn’t going to get me too far or him for that matter.
I was a horrible cook, besides cutting up “seasoning” onions [that was an issue in itself], cilantro, and tomatoes. It was possible that I could potentially kill you with a meal.
I couldn’t even boil rice y’all and to this day I absolutely hate cooking rice on the stove top, I honestly prefer to do it in a rice cooker.
If you follow me on social media you are aware now-a-days, it is a bit different and I have come a long way since my burnt rice and easy bake oven days. I have upgraded to an actual oven and I am decent in the kitchen.
I love finding new recipes on Pinterest and while this may show my age, I really love getting new cookbooks as gifts, or things I steal from my friends [with their knowledge, of course].