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Wow – I get a little slack in the kitchen lately and all of a sudden my husband is the house cook!
Not only did Susan announce to you all that my hubby is the chief chef in our house, but apparently our son Jackson thinks so too!
Yesterday Susan said to him, “You’re so lucky to have a great daddy who makes such yummy dinners.”
And Jackson said, “Yeah, my daddy always makes dinner. He makes every single dinner in this house.”
Good grief! I prepare how many meals for my family and this in the credit I get!
But I guess therein lays the truth. As Susan so insightfully put it, “Janice, you prepare food. Phil cooks!
Hmmm…I suppose that is true. I make a ton of salads, wraps, and simple meals. I must admit I use rotisserie chickens a bit too often. On the other hand, my husband Phil is French Canadian and grew up with a Dad that did at least half of the cooking in their home. Phil has a sincere love of cooking and throws his heart into a meal. I worry about calories and fat content and prepare the quickest, healthiest meal with the most vegetables possible. Phil arms himself with his favorite spices and a bottle of olive oil and dives in with anticipation and a smile.
So I guess when Jackson sees someone “cooking,” it is his Dad. When we have guests over, Phil is in charge of the meal. When we go to the cabin, Phil cooks and I do the dishes. When the weekend comes, Phil fires up the barbeque and treats us to steaks, new potatoes and his special roasted peppers with olive oil, feta and dill. And at least two or three nights of the week Phil jumps in and solves the dinner dilemma…
Okay, okay, okay. I concede. My husband is the cook in the family…but I still spend way too much time in the kitchen!
Did I mention he fishes too? Yup – we also have a freezer full of ocean-caught salmon that Phil routinely cooks. Okay – I admit it – I got it pretty good.
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