“I’m a writer. I don’t cook and I don’t clean.” Dorothy West
Oh if only we could get away with this. I put off the cleaning for as long as I can.
The cooking unfortunately happens every night. My husband is tolerant, very tolerant but putting dinner on the table is not optional.
I enjoy cooking and baking but I begrudge the time it takes to do it. I can spend most of an hour planning, chopping and cooking my meal and in five minutes it is eaten.
Shouldn’t there be a lingering time of enjoyment, an inhaling of the aroma of the meat and the sauce that covers it? Shouldn’t we hold the food on our tongue allowing our taste buds to experience each individual ingredient and flavoring we have so carefully chosen?
Eating should be an occasion, everyday.
I look for menus that are quick to prepare but my husband would like variety.
I don’t think he would accept the statement: “But honey, God fed the Israelites Manna for forty years.”
When I get to heaven I’m going to ask God if I can have a taste of Manna. It sounded pretty good.
The people of Israel called the bread manna. It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey. Exodus 16:31 NIV
I’m hiring a housekeeper and a cook as soon as I sell the first 50,000 copies of my novel, the one I haven’t finished writing. I wouldn’t have to stop reading and writing for anything, except to put food, prepared by my chef into my mouth.
Why is my keyboard greasy?