As evidenced by my recent doctor’s appointment this past week it seems, I do still love to eat. Now, I was thrilled that the scale somehow managed to read three pounds lighter…it could be because my doctor recently moved to a new location and his suite of offices is on the second floor rather than the ground level…I am pretty sure that altitude causes a person to shed a few pounds. If my doctor would consider moving six flights higher I could be back to the same weight I was at 40 years old! The endless hours of walking on the treadmill could be put toward more industrious behaviors like TV watching, reading a book of my choice and socializing with others.
You may have noticed that I did not include cooking in my list of industrious behaviors. I cannot deny the fact that for as much as I complain about the amount of work I put toward a school day I am grateful the Hubster does most (if not all) of the cooking during the school year. This was Thursday night dinner…
So here is my Friday confession….I do not believe I was placed on this planet to cook (really…I think I was supposed to be a socialite or live at Downton Abbey)…as long as I keep bringing home the health benefits I will be extremely pleased if he fries, flambés, sautes, steams, deveins, sauces and whatever other cooking verbs I have
blacked out forgotten so that I can avoid…..
I am feeling no guilt. Happy Friday!
Happy Birthday to the Kitchen King…my favorite brother-in-law (don’t worry I am not offending other brother-in-laws…he is the only son-in-law besides the Hubster who survived my side of the family)…he has been in my family since I was six years old. He is also a fabulous cook and so much more. Seems my sister, the Family Matriarch, and I know how to pick ’em.