Okay, so. I don't cook. I don't cook because my children actually asked me to STOP cooking. TWH is a brilliant cook. He enjoys it. I HATE it. I suck at it.
Unless it's a casserole. I ROCK the oven and all things that can be made in it. The oven is where I rule.
But yesterday... Yesterday, I made dinner. From scratch. And to quote an apron I saw yesterday in the kitchen store, "Hardly anyone got sick". Really No one got sick. It was edible. Like go-in-for-seconds edible.
I made cheese soup. Yesterday we had out first official "Fall" day. It put me in the mood for soup. We were heading to the store and I looked up a recipe for cheese soup on my phone, bought all the ingredients, came home, chopped stuff up (TWH helped), put it all in the pot, followed the directions, and MADE SOUP. I. Made. The. Best. Soup. EV-ER!!
And I'm totally having the leftovers for lunch.
Because I can.
And I don't want anyone else to eat it.
I'm kinda selfish like that.
One day, I might be able to rock the stove as well as the oven.