by Cindy Kirk
In the book I’m currently finishing up (it will be out in June 2013) the heroine isn’t much of a cook. I can soooo relate. I’m not a good cook either.
Actually, I’m horrible. I made Thanksgiving dinner only once, but we still laugh about it. In my defense, I never had any instruction in the culinary arts. My mother (who was a good cook) had to do a lot of cooking growing up and didn’t want me (her only daughter) to be forced into the kitchen. Plus our house was small, our kitchen even smaller so even if she’d wanted to show me, there wasn’t room for two cooks.
Once I left home, I was busy. I worked my way through college (always one job, usually two) and it wasn’t worth making a big meal for just my husband and myself. Besides, if I wasn’t in class, I was at work. Our daughter was born three weeks before I graduated from college. I tried to cook when she was small, but neither she nor my husband were very adventurous eaters. I can still remember her looking down at some kind of casserole I’d made, pushing it to the side (she was about two at the time) and saying in that high-pitched little girl voice, “All Done.”
Interestingly our little girl is now an adult…and a good cook! She taught herself and makes most things from scratch.
What did we survive on when she was growing up? Soups, sandwiches, and eating out! lol
Though I’ve fallen short in this area, I’m always interested in hearing the culinary journeys of others…so won’t you please share yours? As well as what your specialty dish is? I really would like to know. It’s another way we can get better acquainted.