I’m an idiot in the kitchen. Truly.
I am 38 years old and I do not know how to cook. Not really. My husband has cooked for most of our married life with the exception of an inkling here and a rash decision there by yours truly. His new call is
forcing me to allowing me the opportunity to cook meals on a more consistent basis for my family. I do enjoy a little baking here and there, but up until this summer haven’t spent a great deal of time in the kitchen. God instilled a love of cooking in the depths of Oldest Daughter’s being when He was making her, and I think He maybe put a little bit of that love into Youngest Middle as well, but the rest of us, meh. If we could live off of chips and chocolate and other various snack stuff, believe me we would. But alas, we cannot, and so we head into the kitchen prepared for battle on a daily basis. My children and I are forging our way through this new field together.
Praise the Lord for the internet and for Youtube and for women who share their recipes because I am learning, but I am making a whole book’s worth of mistakes along the way.
I am still laughing at yesterday’s blunder. Oldest Daughter wanted to make homemade chicken noodle soup using her grandfather’s recipe for the noodles. The making of the noodles went off without a hitch. Then there was the chicken. I have a love-hate relationship with that meat. It fits well into many of the recipes that I enjoy and when it’s cooked correctly, it’s the meat that grosses me out the least. But when I forget which way to cut it or at what temperature it needs to be baked, well, it drives me a little crazy.
For our meal last night I needed shredded chicken and I remembered seeing on someone’s post somewhere about being able to use a Kitchen Aid mixer to do all the work for you. I am all over that! I baked the chicken, (only messing that part up a little bit) and cut each breast in half because the whole, “chicken breast in my precious mixer” thing had me doubting. But after a quick Youtube search, I was confident we would survive this process, both me and the mixer.
I put the chicken in the bowl and so the next step, fittingly, was to plug in the mixer. Normally, this part of any kitchen preparation is for me, without incident, but I had unknowingly set the speed to 10. (Permission granted to shake your head.) As soon as I inserted the plug, the mixer whipped that chicken around and pieces started flying all over the kitchen! I hesitate to tell you, we picked up the chunks and used them anyway. (We’ll just keep that between the two of us.) It was a tasty dish in spite of all of the drama.
Please, please tell me I’m not the only amateur out there!
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