Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you put in your fridge.” Start your post with the last thing you put in your fridge. Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!
Come on let’s Ketchup a little here. So here I am 46 years old. Actually almost 47, and I am not the most domesticated woman out there. I keep a very tidy home. I love organization, and routine for me to function well.
We all know that routine can’t be had with every day as much as we would like. There is usually something thrown in to any given day to throw us off. So when I say I am not domesticated I mean I can’t sew, not even a button onto a shirt (for real). I don’t iron that is what the wrinkle cycle is for on the dryer.
I just didn’t learn these things growing up. They are all learned behaviors, and I take all responsibility for not knowing them at my now age. I can cook, but it not a joy for me. Some ladies light up in the kitchen. They are like Betty Crocker come to life. Me well I decided I better put on my best “A” game now that we moved. I told my husband I have a few signature dishes up my sleeve, and I will start to cook. At least put my best efforts towards cooking for him.
Here he works so hard everyday, and often comes home to pizza and salad. So my guilt got the best of me. He is a very stocky man, and he can put the food down if it is good. I have witnessed it at other’s when invited over for dinner (jealously got the best of me). This is a hard admit for me, I could get really down on myself. Instead I decided to act! Love is a verb. I made my first signature meal this week. Meatloaf wrapped in bacon.
We had corn, and mashed potatoes as sides. It was delicious, and very filling. My husband thanked me many times over for the meal. I felt so proud of myself being Mrs. Susie homemaker. I have a whole list of meals I will be preparing now. So it is not that I can’t cook, it is more I find it kind of boring. I have no patience to waiting for water to boil (how boring)! I am not going to be baking for hours in my kitchen Christmas goodies to gift to friends. That is just not my thing.
So now that I have admitted my defects. The last thing I put into our fridge was ketchup. We drizzled it on top of our mouth savoring meat loaf. It’s not meatloaf without ketchup.
So now that you’re all ketch-uped on me. I need to think of my next dish I shall prepare for us tonight. I will admit I kind of lit up knowing my hands created something in the kitchen my husband loved. We needed proof of life, so I did take a picture of it. No one would have believed I cooked! Ha! I fooled them! Look at me now! Lisa the chef 👩🍳. Well not quite. My hubby’s tummy is happy, and full. So I did my job, and for that my heart is happy! I mean that is a meatloaf like no other, yeah! 👊🏻