I know I am solid at a lot of things, but cooking is not one of them. Meal planning, grocery shopping, ingredient mixing, table setting, post-meal clean up…I would seriously prefer to sit through a root canal while having my legs waxed.
To all the natural born chefs out there, my competitive side both envies and dislikes you. I cannot stand it that you are so much better than me in the kitchen. Yet, at the same time, I count my blessings that you are part of my life. Otherwise, I would surely starve or be incredibly obese if left to fend for myself.
My husband bears the brunt of the culinary work in our household. He doesn’t mind it, but I don’t blame him for not wanting to cook every night. On those nights when he wants a hot meal prepared for him, we opt to eat out. It’s not that I don’t try. I do. But I always come back to the same impulse: Eat out because it’s easier.
So here’s a couple of snapshots from our evening out tonight.
I know I’m not alone in admitting we eat out more than we should. Feel free to rat yourself out, if for no other reason than to make me feel better.
Panera is my choice when not cooking, but I do enjoy it. If I could cook for you and you could endure a wax for me life would be grand!
OK, elisariva, I couldn’t agree more, In fact, I recently asked my friends on FB how they would spend guilty pleasure money and my answers were: 1. Panera and 2. Deep tissue massages.
You would seriously get a root canal and simultaneous leg wax (LMAO, btw) then make mac and cheese? Hilarious.