As you might be able to tell by the name of this blog, I've just inherited a new job. I should preface this by saying that I am NOT a cook.
But he definitely is.
When I first married James, he applied to the Culinary 'Cordon Bleu' cooking school (or whatever fancy name it had) and was readily accepted. But, after months of consideration and investigation, he felt that the occupation wouldn't support a large family the way he wanted it to in the future... without extensive moving, ect ect ect. So, he went to work in the standard american-type jobs.
Me? I'm a writer, musician, and black-belt martial artist. NOT a cook. Enough said.
It's been seven years since then and he still day dreams about a career in the cooking world. He's good. Trust me. Within a few months of getting married, I put on 30 lbs. In his defense, i was underweight, but it was that good! And still is. He can cook a gourmet meal out of nothing! (least, nothing to me--as that's all i see in the kitchen half the time). It's probably a shame to say that he has loyally cooked every day of our marriage. And, on the off chance that I had to, it involved a frozen pizza or 2 min noodles. Um... yah.
Well, it is all about to change!
Tomorrow, James goes back to school to become a Registered Nurse. He will still work his normal shift and have a mere 2 hours between getting off and having to be at school till late at night. Sure, maybe enough time to cook dinner, but that's just too much. So--I volunteered for the job.
He blinked at me.
I didn't blame him.
I'm sure he was counting exactly how long it will take him to starve to death if he had nothing edible presented to him.
I was wondering the same thing.
I bought myself an inviting cook book. It was attractive and most importantly HAPPY looking! I figured that if i was going to pound my head into the ground with it, it might as well look cheery.
So, welcome. For the next six weeks i'll post every Mon, Wed, and Friday evenings (or the next mornings, pending on the schedule). Then it'll change to Mon-Thurs. (take a guess what his school schedule is, ehe?)
This is my journey in Cooking 4 a Chef. Hey, maybe by the time he graduates 2 years from now, it'll taste half decent. :) One post per meal. Let's tie on the black belt and have at it. HIYA!
When I first married James, he applied to the Culinary 'Cordon Bleu' cooking school (or whatever fancy name it had) and was readily accepted. But, after months of consideration and investigation, he felt that the occupation wouldn't support a large family the way he wanted it to in the future... without extensive moving, ect ect ect. So, he went to work in the standard american-type jobs.
Me? I'm a writer, musician, and black-belt martial artist. NOT a cook. Enough said.
It's been seven years since then and he still day dreams about a career in the cooking world. He's good. Trust me. Within a few months of getting married, I put on 30 lbs. In his defense, i was underweight, but it was that good! And still is. He can cook a gourmet meal out of nothing! (least, nothing to me--as that's all i see in the kitchen half the time). It's probably a shame to say that he has loyally cooked every day of our marriage. And, on the off chance that I had to, it involved a frozen pizza or 2 min noodles. Um... yah.
Well, it is all about to change!
Tomorrow, James goes back to school to become a Registered Nurse. He will still work his normal shift and have a mere 2 hours between getting off and having to be at school till late at night. Sure, maybe enough time to cook dinner, but that's just too much. So--I volunteered for the job.
He blinked at me.
I didn't blame him.
I'm sure he was counting exactly how long it will take him to starve to death if he had nothing edible presented to him.
I was wondering the same thing.
I bought myself an inviting cook book. It was attractive and most importantly HAPPY looking! I figured that if i was going to pound my head into the ground with it, it might as well look cheery.
So, welcome. For the next six weeks i'll post every Mon, Wed, and Friday evenings (or the next mornings, pending on the schedule). Then it'll change to Mon-Thurs. (take a guess what his school schedule is, ehe?)
This is my journey in Cooking 4 a Chef. Hey, maybe by the time he graduates 2 years from now, it'll taste half decent. :) One post per meal. Let's tie on the black belt and have at it. HIYA!
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