Wednesday, April 30, 2008

I suppose I should be fair...

My husband did cook now and then - if I looked like I might keel over, or on my birthday and Mother's Day. So he wasn't completely new to the kitchen.

And of course, he cooked on camping trips. Sometimes I thought the menu was the most important part of the planning. He'd spend a good week or more making sure he had everything, and of course all his buddies loved to go with him because of the feasts they enjoyed.

But getting him to take over cooking at home took a bit of time. He's been doing it for a couple of months now, and I did have to laugh at him a couple of nights ago.

He was sitting outside enjoying one of the few warmish days we've had, and he said he just didn't know what to cook that night. He told me it was hard to think of something and asked me what I wanted. I told him "I don't know," and he complained - said I wasn't helping a bit.

I said I didn't feel at all sorry - that I'd been trying to cook "I don't know" for about 40 years now and it was his turn.

Anyone have a good recipe for "I don't know?"