Okay, this one might sound a little silly. After talking to my boyfriend last night, we both agreed that the ability to cook is not something everyone has. Cooking for some is extremely difficult. No matter what they do they seem to overcook or even burn, what they are making. Others can’t seem to be able to boil water even if they wanted to.
At an early age, I helped my Mom and Grandma in the kitchen. Normally I would be in charge of cutting up vegetables, mixing the cookie batter, or even peeling the boiled eggs. I started with the easy things and worked my way up. I remember my Grandma telling me that the true way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! That was so true for my Grandpa and I have found that it is true for my Dad and boyfriend as well. Not saying that a woman belongs in a kitchen or any of that crazy stuff BUT the look that Ryder gives me when I cook something good for him after a long day is priceless.
I also started to really appreciate my cooking when I moved out on my own. After living in a dorm and a sorority house for 3 years, it was weird to all of the sudden to plan meals for myself. It was my cooking skills that my mother and grandma taught me that came to the rescue! With a little help of Pinterest and Pioneer Woman and I was in business. So today I am thankful for my cooking skills and for the cooking and teaching skills of my Mom. Without her, I wouldn’t know a thing!
