2002-12-19 - 9:18 p.m.
COOKING DAY
Tomorrow is cooking day. I’ll be making two vegetable lasagnas to take up to Mr. Philately’s family on Saturday so my sister-in-law doesn’t get stuck with all the cooking. Someone alert the fire department. Someone alert the emergency room. Someone stay home to watch that I don’t deliberately mess up so no one will ask me to cook again. (And I wonder where Kat learned creative incompetence.) Yesterday I baked cookies. Tomorrow I bake lasagna. Is there no end to the suffering I must endure?
Except when in extraordinarily domestic moods, I don’t bake, I buy. I once explained patiently to the PTO that when they wanted their bylaws revised or something organized, I might be their woman. If they wanted baking, they should talk to Day-Hay. It didn’t exactly work. Now they ask for bylaws but they still ask me to bake for the bake sale.
I’m no domestic goddess. I’m not even a domestic engineer. I cook reluctantly and clean only when hygiene absolutely demands. Yes, I’ll sew but that’s more of a hobby than a household necessity. Ever since I learned a lot about alterations and something about design, sewing’s been a creative enterprise as cooking for people who prefer microwaved cheese quesadillas to pasta with fresh spinach pesto could never be.
Still, a woman must sometimes prove she is, well, womanly in some sort of socially acceptable way. Food is caring, isn’t it? In my sister-in-law’s universe cooking for her is one of the best gifts if you do it reasonably well. And I do want her to feel loved because I love her. I just wish I could find a more fun way to do it than cooking lasagnas.
So, tomorrow after I get my haircut, I will do something uncharacteristic. I will turn into Susie Homemaker. I’ll make the red sauce, the lasagna noodles, and all the rest. My kitchen will smell like someone else lives here. Mr. Philately will come home to a kitchen that smells like someone cares. And he’ll be so disappointed when I decide I’ve cooked enough and I make reservations.
It’s a good thing he thinks I’m cute.
LAST YEAR: That’s the Ticket
LAST FIVE ENTRIES:
I’m Tired
Too Good
Retreating in Time
Reconnecting
Reducing Swelling
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