Don't get me wrong, I do know how to do more than fry an egg (though it still boggles my mind how to cook rice). I've had my share of cooking lessons when I was younger, from baking lessons with Heny Sison way back in the 80's to Maya Kitchen Cooking Lessons. My mom's kitchen has almost every kitchen gadget imaginable, from a heavy duty oven, a Kitchen Aid mixer, and even a pasta maker. I've watched her and Manang Lagring whip up scrumptious meals in that kitchen. I'll admit I can cook a pasta dish or two. Heck, I've even dabbled in a little business selling cookies and chocolate covered spoons as Christmas giveaways!
But I've never really, REALLY cooked -- like a mom cooks for her kids, or a wife for her husband. So imagine my surprise when I found myself cooking my husband's lunches.
This week, Dennis decided to fast, something he hasn't done successfully due to his Type 2 Diabetes. A compromise was made, and a Daniel Fast (or all-vegetable fast) was settled. But Manang Lagring had much to do already, and the added duty of cooking a new meal for a baon lunch upset her routine. I approached my mom to seek advice on how I can remedy my dilemma, and do you know what she said?
"I think God's trying to tell you to do something for your husband -- cook for him."
Oh. No.
I'll clean the room, I'll tidy up the bed, I'll even organize your closet... but not cook, please.
