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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.

Almost every kid is happily waiting for their meal to arrive.

"Sure wish mom could cook like grandma."

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.