At certain times as I walk my path, and I hit snags. Road bumps. Wee little construction zones that cause a bit of a delay.
Most of mine, lately, have been in regards to parenting.
BECAUSE PARENTING IS REALLY HARD.
Anyhow, lately I have been on a small detour in this area that is called:
Cooking is the Enemy.
I used to like to cook. I did. When I was a kid, I used to check out big, fat French cookbooks from the library and copy the most complicated recipes into a little notebook. I would watch Julia Child clumsily butcher a chicken in awe. I considered culinary school instead of college (English teacher won out, because English teachers make serious BUCKS, people.)
When I was first married, I loved creating elaborate meals for my beloved. I would peruse recipes and make up exotic dishes and quite often, din-din was really good. I plated things. I made sauces. I think I sprinkled parsley at one point.
But then, two things happened:
Notice the meal? I didn’t cook it.
Note also: Blonde on left has what my dad used to call a “sh** eating grin.” I think this is completely inappropriate and a little gross. Also, it completely fits.
Note one more time: Red on the right is just nutso.
Parenting takes your gourmet dreams and punts ’em right out the window. Those dreams are out there, in a pile along with your washboard abs, trips to Paris, and the time to read the Sunday paper.
So this year I decided to pencil in a new resolution:
If I cook it, they will come.
Cue inspirational music:
Yes! I will walk into that kitchen with my head held high! and I will actually use a recipe, with something other than canned mushroom soup and elbow macaroni! Repeat after me, ladies: elbow macaroni is for ARTS and CRAFTS!
And, as God is my witness, I will actually BROWN THE MEAT BEFORE IT GOES IN THE CROCKPOT!
Ok, here comes Netflix to the rescue!
First of all, this movie:
Ok. You guys. This movie. I don’t really know how to do it justice. Lemme see…
- You want to watch something funny and inspiring and full of heart?
- You want to follow your dreams? And watch a movie that makes you want to bound up afterwards and head right out after them?
- You want a movie written by Favreau who also wrote Swingers? The best movie ever?
- YOU WANT A CAMEO BY ROBERT DOWNEY JUNIOR????
- I got you on #4, didn’t I? 🙂
This one was a total surprise. It was on my, “So you liked Chopped? Watch this!” Cue.
I. Love. This. Show. It is beautiful and cinematic and has lovely music and writing and just the passion of these people… It makes you want to go out, buy some truffles and figure out how to confit things. I mean, look at the image above. That’s FOOD.
Granted, my children would never eat it, but I guess I can dream. I can dream. And watch Netflix.
So, mommies, the next time you find yourself gnawing on a half-eaten, stale cheese stick from your kid’s lunch box because WASTE, you can at least lean on the mighty Netflix to aid you. As for me, I am now trying to cook meals that don’t include the word “casserole” in them, or “hot dogs.” I used fennel the other day, y’all. No one died. Progress, not perfection!
Carry on, mommas. Cook it. They will come.
Warning: both of my selections use profanity. Especially Chef. Like, a lot. For some reason, it didn’t bother me, but this is not family viewing. Use your own discretion as to whether or not you can handle the potty language. I had no problem with it whatsoever, which tells you a bit about me, doesn’t it.