I am no domestic diva. I don’t sew, bake, make beds or the many other tasks common to Martha Stewart’s ilk. What I can do, certainly not often enough, is cook for my family.
I don’t think I’m being old fashion here. I certainly don’t do all the cooking, or the cleaning–a fact that my husband would shout from the rooftops if allowed. There is something about preparing a meal from scratch or semi-from scratch that makes me feel powerful.
Why does cooking make me feel like super mom?
Proof of work/life balance. If I can work all day, come home and still have the energy to prepare a meal for my family, I have accomplished something.
Food is not love, but it sure comes close. Who wants Chipotle chicken tacos for the hundredth time when they can eat mom’s gumbo or homemade burgers? Not only does home cooking usually taste better, when someone loves you it can be felt with every bite. I haven’t had my mom’s battered catfish in years, but the memory still tugs at my taste buds as well as my heartstrings.
Cooking is allegedly a lost art form for my generation. I say allegedly because it seems preposterous that women of my vintage have stopped cooking. Sure our attention and time may be stretched more than in decades past, but certainly we can still crock pot, microwave, or otherwise get something on the table.
This week I made salmon croquettes and broccoli-rice casserole. Not incredibly difficult but it has its tricky parts. The croquettes stayed together instead of crumbling in the pan. This might not sound like a big deal, but if you have ever forgotten to add the egg and tearfully watched your food disappear into the pan, you understand the beauty of everything sticking together. The casserole was perfectly creamy, and even though my 17-month old refused more than a spoonful, I know that she will soon realize the error of her ways.
What meal do you cook that makes you feel like super mom? Have moms really stopped cooking?
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