I am famous around these parts for a post I did about how much I hate to cook. From that post, however, many have made the following incorrect conclusions about me, including that:
1) I have no cooking skills whatsoever.
2) I’m just not that into food.
3) I am the anti-domestic.
No, no and no. This Christmas Eve, I am having eight family members over my house for a delicious dinner featuring a spiral ham, stuffed shells, and fried fish, followed by a red velvet cake made from scratch, my famous coconut rum balls, and russian tea cakes, a family tradition. I am doing a crap ton of side dishes, appetizers and hot and cold holiday beverages as well.
First, I have some level of experience and skill in the kitchen. I may not know which knife to use for chopping vegetables versus slicing chicken, but you know what? Gordon Ramsay is not on his way to my place to tear me a new one. Any old knife out of the block will do for the stuff I make on a day to day basis, as well as the fancy stuff I’m doing for the holiday dinner.
Second, I do love food, although I’m not what you would call a foodie. I don’t obsess over it exotic, organic, trendy ingredients. I just know what I like, and when I like something delicious, I want to share it.
Third, I actually like being in my house doing housewifely things. And this brings me full circle to the point of this entire post, which is this: It’s not that I hate ALL cooking; it’s just that I don’t love the day in and day out routine stress of feeding my family, because calories must be consumed in order for life to go on. It’s the pressure to put something edible on the table, quickly, with limited or imperfect ingredients. It’s the difficulty with meal planning and organization when I have a million other things to do.
Holiday entertaining is special, so it feels different. I’m not cooking because I need to; I’m cooking because I want to, and that makes all the difference.
Hope you all have a wonderful winter holiday, whether you’re cooking or not this year!