Despite the fact that I've lived somewhat successfully on my own for a few years now, these last few months I've gotten quite comfortable living at home. I won't say I've been waited on hand and foot, but setting the table and doing dishes is a much easier burden than actually cooking edible meals. However, I didn't realize just how dependant I'd become on someone else's kitchen know-how until my mom abandoned us this weekend.
Before she left she stocked the fridge and freezer with all manner of digestibles; fruit, vegetables, pork chops, chicken, and tons of pre-cooked frozen junk. I scorned the idea that we would not be able to fend for ourselves, that she *needed* to buy all that stuff. After all, she was leaving behind my adult brother, my adult father, and me - the epitome of self-reliance. Oh, how my scorn was in vain! OH HOW WE NEED YOU, MOM!
All of the sudden I open the fridge and feel completely helpless when I fail to see a salad, side dish, and main course of some sort. There are no caseroles waiting for me. Who the heck knows what to do with pork chops? NOT ME. I suddenly remember that when I'm on my own I rely mainly on spaghetti, Burger King, and the Chinese Buffet.
Guys, I think it's possible that if my mom stays away for the 3 weeks she planned... we may die. It's been nice knowing you.
4 comments:
I wish I had a mommy to cook for me. We eat out all the time.
I don't mind cooking--it's doing the dishes later that I hate!
Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone? Having a great time here being pampered by Nancy.
I hate the menu planning. When I have a plan, dinners a snap. If not we are so screwed.
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